miasma theory
it is just and right that the people should rebel stand up for themselves take to the streets
this noxious air has choked the life out of our lungs and we will stuff the beaks of our plague masks
we will breathe in lavender oils, and bathe in bleach our skin will dry, and crack, and peel and we emerge purified
behind the walls of our home where we are safe six feet apart from the infection, young enough to carry it,
not old enough to die, but rather to become lethal masked by the red death, let us stay alive inside
our lives rendered little by this fear, pressed into these paper houses counting eggs, and sugar grains heads down
out in the streets, are the righteous few, who scream it is my right, to die of this plague and you can’t take it away
it is just and right that the people should rebel but a plague is not a government its oppression is universal
a beer garden is not a fundamental human right a foreign holiday is not a political cause we stuff the beaks of our masks
we pray the miasma passes soon, we obey. we wait.
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