Ebola a virus going around killing the towns
of all kind of clowns hoping to be found before
going to the ground,

A viral infection cutting deep in the intestine
with more viral hemorrhagic high fever piercing
at lives the young and the old hanging to hope,

But now not only was one being found to pass this deadly
virus around, we have hundred to be found
treasured ones struck down,

Contagious lies that are eating away at USA lives
With death and no love Fly back to us,
By the joy of a clown made its round to be crown
To the Ebola Virus to be passed around,

A touch of grace must take place by a gentle dove
from heaven above through a plastic glove,
While in our land we see today another virus spreading,
Killing the babes,

More deadly in the soul that makes the body ****** and cold
Asking God to please take control of this pain they never known,
This is deeper and so severe penetrating on more fear,

'Why bring Ebola home to the ones you love, To a place
You call home? '' Though you Oh God stump this sickness
By your grace will not be *******.

Judy Emery © 2014
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery