He carries venom in his voice As he curses at the poisons They want to inject in his body Believing that his friends know Better than the doctors and Better than simple probability A 2.4% chance of getting a virus With a .05% of dying from it Are worse odds than the chance .0000005% of adverse reaction To a vaccine that has the chance To not only protect him but also Those around him he contends That he cares for despite his Inaction on the matter of prevention Even now he’s unaware he has it But shows no symptoms yet His elderly mother and young son Won’t be so lucky that their deaths May serve to prove a point or End in shrugged trite condolences Of the tired “I guess it was god’s will” And he will move on with no lesson Learned or compassion gained From pride leading to fatality
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