Stop.
Wait.
Don’t touch him.
He’s contagious.
He’s poisonous.
Well.
Actually.
He’s related.
So by association,
he is also a leper.
Such stupidity.
A woke mind
and a lack of serendipity.
If one fruit is rotten
does that mean
the whole tree shall burn?
Maybe in ancient times:
Victorian,
when a single sneeze could actually
destroy a village,
but in modern times,
where the whole tree is poisonous from birth,
fire would just temper its “politically correct” skin.
Maybe humans should go through selective breeding.
Either that,
or a collective mental beating.
Point and laugh
at the leper.
His only crime:
catching a “cold.”
Tell the world
how uncomfortable you feel
in its mere presence.
Make it isolate.
Make it feel unwelcome.
Make it contemplate life.
I hope you’re happy.
Not all lepers
will sit back
and take the disrespect:
the verbal assault.
Some will spread,
their plague,
like a spore in the wind.
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