A Modern Plague

Not that far into the future

Will they gather our bones

Will they isolate our genes

Due to a plague of nature

In a quarantine, in homes

This was a surreal dream

Of a time we were certain

Truly, a waking nightmare

Is life so precious to keep
That we stifle hope for fear

Are we slaves to our form
Ignoring every warning

Yes we could keep inside

Refusing to see day's light

Sleeping rather than living

By refusing human contact

We will be living in the night

Ignorant beasts and fools
Or cat burglars and thieves

Attempting to flee our plight