There is no explanation.
Mental illness,
Has to medically be treated.
Professionally.
And in some cases quarantined.
Confined.
But first,
The noticing of it...
Has to be admitted.
Identified to recognize.
For what it is.
Not too many would ignore,
A cancer spreading to allow.
Not too many will ignore,
An epidemic without attempting to isolate it.
Before it promises to decimate,
An entire population of human beings.
Cheering and applauding,
Its existence permitted.
With indiffence to permit.
Unless...
They have been totally convinced,
What is being witnessed is just entertainment.
Entertainment witnessed,
With their lives paying the expense of it.
And enjoying the arrogance,
Of it to defend its presence.
While accepting the defects of its threat!
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