The number of people
remaining in my family
who are alive
days ago they buried mother
all I saw was a bag
no one her age has survived
dead trees left of my village
warning of departed spirits
the only voices you hear
Down the hallway, behind closed doors
you will find a ward of untended people
laying in their own waste I fear
Is the age I was at my last birthday
no one knows if I will see my sixth
Does anyone care if I die?
I was sickened to read about the treatment of dying men, women and children at ground zero for Ebola. Half a year ago, the CDC and WHO excused away a virus that killed 70-90% of it’s victims. When isolation could have kept the death toll in the 100s, commerce took precedence. The lack of action and ambivalence has resulted in unnecessary death and disaster in West Africa.