To the north,
A locked border
To the south
Martial law
And all around
A microscopic killer, Swirls unseen,
Invisible death,
Pouncing with crowns
For better or worse
This is our world
As we have made it
And now must live it
Nowhere to run
North or South
And microbes slip
Across borders
Unseen
Unseen
And appear later
Having conquered
From within