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4 October 2014

Trending on Twitter

Ebola is a pretty word;
it skips like lilting laughter.
It could be one of those fancy names
you’d give your baby daughter.

A pretty word, an ugly thing,
this new disease Ebola.
You will hear a lot of it
before you get much older.

That’s IF you get much older, see?
They tell me it’s a killer
escaped into the community —
the worst kind of horror thriller.

The fear is rising all over the world,
or at least for those on twitter.
Ebola is the enemy:
a meanie, a hard hitter.

Yes it’s real and yes it’s nasty;
I don’t mean to disparage.
But can’t we note what we need to do
without this drama barrage?


31 Poems in 31 Days (from Poewar / Writer's Resource Center) Prompt: Trending

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