Emotion Virus Poem by Aram Stefanian

In the reign of the heartless ghosts you feel like a square peg.
An alien among disaffected spectres, you won't break a leg.
You suspect that they have their hearts in the wrong place
When they blame you for violation of their land's airspace.
Then you summon your dream master to stop the nightmare,
And he explains that there's something those ghosts cannot bare:
An emotion virus that might leak into and ruin them utterly,
So with an incompatible outsider like you they'll fight bitterly
Until nothing human is left inside, and you become a droid,
An eternal spook looking for an exit in a dense void,
Too uncertain to survive in the unfamiliar reality
Causing a contagious sensation of gross inequality.