Poetry: Swine Flu

Written by Daniel on April 29th, 2009

Swine Flu

Swine flu is not a national crisis;
It is not an emergency;
Nor a catastrophe.
Unnamed flus kill a thousand people a week.

Like shark attacks,
Even these words won’t matter,
In a few short months.

I remember my mother,
Doing a credible voice when she cried out,
“Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing the sheep!”
Teaching me about
Exaggeration and
False panics.

The real crisis is that
I no longer believe my mother:
People still tune in
Every day
All day
For reports
From the little shepherd boy.

What will he say next?

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