’Tis people writing ’round you insouciantly
not knowing you strive to kill them
with a detrimental Ebola strand
’Tis people thinking you’re kidding
when you say you’re their demise
’Tis torturing the remnants of a
once human soul, ’til all compassion
is bled out
’Tis the hypocrisy of
conspiring against your own kind
’Tis hating everyone impartially
Like the wanton and greedy
Parasites that they are
Jorge, tenth grade, Travis High School
