Which side of a man-made dilemma,
Should be more of value...
To know it worthy to keep protected.
Is it the economy?
Kept alive to thrive,
On debts to credit and lies disguised.
Or...
Should be the lives of human beings.
Given no choice,
But to be auctioned away.
Regardless of their illnesses.
And a virus that threatens.
Either way the poison taken crumbles,
As masters of such a disaster...
Insist,
A resuscitation continues...
On what is dieing,
Until it returns a deluded wealth...
Back to a perfect,
Fantasizing health.
Regardless of the heated breath,
Of a 'Don't Play With Me' pandemic...
Threatening death on their doorsteps!
Oh...
The pain we mortals,
Choose to self inflict!
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