The Pandemic Poem by Jim Yerman

Years from now when they speak of this disease
people will say how they're not sure where it began.
They'll talk of how contagious it was…
and how it swept across the land.

They'll call it a Pandemic…this particular disease
because it had no limitations…
no restrictions
it knew no boundaries

They'll say how it didn't matter
ones religion,
sexual preference
color
country of origin
or name
This disease was unrelenting…
single-minded
it treated everyone the same

They'll say how we passed it on to to one another
at a truly frightening rate
They'll remember how by the time people knew they had it…
it often was too late.

They'll talk of searching for an answer…
while many people died
of how this disease isolated them from their families…
and how their families cried.

They'll speak of this invisible enemy…
say how it was impossible to eradicate…
They'll even give this disease a name…
they will call it hate.

Years from now when they speak of this disease…
or write about it in their literature
They'll wonder why so many people died…
when they already had the cure.