I found allies at the writing department of West Chester University (Pennsylvania) last year, which provided a home for my poem Pandemic in their Ebola chapbook, created to raise money for Doctors Without Borders.
Pandemic
as sickening death
surrounds
a wanton cry
resounds:
"be more! do more!"
it begs,
prove that compassion
is not dead--
a privilege reserved
for the select.
for, in a generation
whose great iniquity
is the practice of
decided-neglect,
the true pandemic
threat, is Apathy.
Pandemic
as sickening death
surrounds
a wanton cry
resounds:
"be more! do more!"
it begs,
prove that compassion
is not dead--
a privilege reserved
for the select.
for, in a generation
whose great iniquity
is the practice of
decided-neglect,
the true pandemic
threat, is Apathy.
