The Beast From The East Poem by Brian Stafford

It came out of the east,
invisibly striking people down;
Unforgiving and so relentless,
proliferating from town to town;
Is it mother nature's way,
of just taking us to task;

People walk past me,
like I've got the plague;
They never stop and talk,
to past the time of day;

The beast from the east,
silently spreading all over the globe;
It doesn't matter who or what you are,
or the colours that you wear;
And you can't tell by looking,
who will send you on your way;

People walk past me,
like I've got the plague;
They never stop and talk,
to past the time of day.