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Aug 2020
The plague we created

There has been a virus spike near us
an actress died there was a picture of her
on the news when she received a prize
she a scarf flung over her shoulders
made her look artistic,
the garment appeared expensive only
for festive occasions and meeting the minister
of culture.
The virus is like the dust that flows on the road
it changes direction many times and might hit you.
The pestilence will disappear one day they say.
I donΒ΄t think so, where is it supposed to go
hiding in a cave or buried under the soil.
Perhaps we should stop eating jungle meat
or any meat, IΒ΄m thinking of chicken farming that is so unspeakable cruel we deserve what we get.
So, we wear masks only because it gives us the illusion of safety, and the chance will do the rest.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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