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Virus


There's a virus that is spreading.

It's more contagious than the flu.

Deadlier than any plague,

And it infects me and you.

That virus is called hate,

And it's spreading all around.

Infecting all of mankind,

From the air to the ground.

This virus is not bias,

It goes after white and black.

It doesn't care who you are,

Before it will attack.

There's only one cure for this sickness.

It's one all can obtain.

It's called love and it won't stop

Until this virus can be slain.

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upnorthdavid
Wow, great analogy: a virus. Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing

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