A cancer's spreading
Through our core,
With tendrils reaching
Every shore;
A virus leaping firewalls,
A sickness too apalling;
Advancing by some sick allure.
No use in praying for a cure,
Its saviour is a saboteur;
No vaccine can kill its spore.
Its mucous is racist;
Its nucleus is sexist;
Its atoms are prejudiced;
Its carriers are bigots;
And it's hungering for more;
It's at my front door.
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yes terrorism is at our front door, we have to find out a way to get out of it, well composed poem, thanks for sharing.