Pan Future

When we’re beyond this virus, will we look
at all the agony that we’ve endured,
and then conclude that, really, what it took
was waiting to by pharmacies be cured?
And for the next disease that sweeps the world
by global interaction, must we duck
inside our homes again, our present hurled
to argument, our clamor “What the fuck?”

Of course there has to be a wiser way
to travel, interact, inhabit here.
The age of grift and theft has had its day –
the limits breached, we lack a new frontier
to rape. We’d better wake and come aware:
if we’re to benefit, we have to share.

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