I see you have reached the desperation
Of a fool whose options are running out,
So you strengthen your contamination
While weakening what you are all about.
This does not mean we can let our guard down
For you’ll return with a new mutation,
But even that will have lesser renown
When facing the anger of this nation.
You may keep our smiles behind a thick mask,
And we may continue to jab our arms,
Making the routine no longer a task;
We will not fear your diminishing harms.
Though history will be filled with shed tears,
We will get over these bitter, old fears.
John Collings 