Dark Virus Quarantine Poem by Shaun Cronick

We'll lock you up,
For others security.
Can't have you loose,
With your impurity.

You've proven positive,
Caught that bug.
Your human rights,
We pull the plug.

Just two weeks,
Realistically three.
A time imposed,
By higher decree.

In isolation,
A quarantine.
Till you recover,
And become clean.

You're a carrier,
A real Typhoid Mary.
Infecting others,
Of which we're wary.

It's for the best,
The greater good.
Now locked in,
This neighbourhood.

We're in charge,
We have the power.
As we look down,
From our watchtower.

A whole town,
In fearful fright.
Any try to escape,
We shoot on sight.

Its about survival,
A numerical score.
Many thousands die.
To save millions more.

We wish you well,
All the very best.
Try not to die,
Like all the rest.