Abounding in riches, the inquisitive man
Is at ease with ample, as destruction looms,
Adding construction, asking a never-ending plan
To cause an epidemic, that fed the world with booms.
This sound came from illness, the disease confronting
Expulsion never ended due to the liars,
They spoke the truth at first, abducting
Us at night, with their illness as hunters.
The rich do not suffer from the bugs,
The blight is bigger than milling bacteria
That richly convey disease like drugs,
Not knowing how to be the academia.
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