Outbreak

Scott Overdyke
Resistance Poetry
2 min readJun 8, 2020

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Origin
No one quite knows where the sickness began
When it made it that first jump from nature to man
Before it consumed all the men of the land —
Though they say it’s as old as the trees.

Symptoms
Once it’s embedded, the virus it grows
When stricken, we’re sickened to lowest of lows
And always in small ways the symptoms will show
And fell us to our knees.

Transmission
The toxins disperse from the mouth through the air
They shed and they spread til they’re everywhere
Though most of us hosts we remain unaware
That we carry a deadly disease.

From down in the heartland to coastal elites
In rednecks and roughnecks and in the effete
From mainstreet to wallstreet
from big street to small street
It cuts across all streets
With ease.

Damage
It causes a cocktail of fear to combust
and turns people on people, eroding our trust
As we now look on strangers in hidden disgust
And watch them with unease.

Treatment
And once the virus is afloat
There’s no vaccine or antidote
No common treatment to promote
We lack the expertise.

Diagnosis
The testing of it’s tricky, too
As I’ll attest, no test will do
For this sickness is a point of view
And varies by degrees.

This virus has many names, you see
Intolerance. Hatred. Bigotry.
It’s surely infected both you and me.
This terrible disease.

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Scott Overdyke
Resistance Poetry

Professional dad, amateur traveler, writer of mediocre caliber, passable husband, affable has-been. Silly pondering & mental wanderings at PracticallyPoetry.com