"I had a little bird.
Its name was Enza.
I opened up the window,
And in flew Enza."
Plagues of pestilence
They come upon men
And find the ignorant
Suitable for death
Spirits soar away
To leave dilapidation
A carcass lifeless
To be swept off swiftly
A firestorm consuming
Across a nation unceasing
Until there is no fuel
But they found unsavory
They are gone now
Friends, family, all
Stolen away, submerged
In an epidemic flood
Tide of epidemic sorrow
That smothers breath
So incompassionate
Searching its quarry
Its ally is ignorance
Flanked by complacency
Unvaccinated excuses
Fodder for the earth