Is a virus truly alive?
That deathly monster,
If it needs a host to survive?
Entering by organic lie.
Sentencing living cells to die.
Strange structure, it lacks nuclei.
Forcing fever to foam and rise.
But a virus is without malice,
Merely a minute machination,
Mustering another’s life for itself.
The same cannot be said for you.
You, the hate-filled human, darkness fueled,
Horrifying heart by which you hem
Harrowed victims callously locked within.
Garnering pity by your din.
The accuser who cannot sin.
Who drew us to you as your kin.
Seizing our open hearts to rend.
We bleed out from your words sharp as knives.
So tell us, are you truly alive?