Virus by Stephen Daniels

They entered together,

the intruders.

‘I don’t know why

you make me feel so uncomfortable’

Racism screamed.

 

The sickness overwhelmed

as she wretched chunks of disgrace.

“Parasites! All of you”

He defended and looked at his wife.

Who was already dead,

beaten into a grave.

 

Her skin black, not blue,

definitely not any other colour.

 

That wouldn’t be right.

 

 

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