A DANCE OF HAZMAT SUITS
We have a couple of nurses with Ebola
And we have twenty people in space suits orbiting
What if we had a thousand cases,
Which is small,
We would need twenty thousand nurses
Just to handle them.
A dance of hazmat suits,
A fandango of masks and gowns.
And Obama is telling us not to panic.
He acts like panic makes things worse instead of better.
Panic is a call to action.
Indifference is a gravestone on our smugness.
I wish the President would freak out
Instead of telling us that things will be alright as we obey
His nudge to lethargy.
When I stepped into the ring in Las Vegas
I was dead in my feet,
Until I got nervous enough to punch back.
We can’t beat Ebola by leading from behind.
We must attack it with every hunch and assumption.
And if we are stupid enough to allow planes from
West Africa to arrive here
To the music of Tom Frieden’s excuses
Then we deserve to die in a field of ignorance
Psalmed to by a president who has lost his brains
In an ego imperative.
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