It must be nice...

So I'm at this restaurant today.
And this family with a little kid is sitting next to me
And as the kid plays I hear his mom say
"Don't touch that. It has germs, you'll catch Ebola"
And they all laughed.


And I think to myself,
it must be nice.

It must be nice
to be able to throw
that word
out
so casually.

Blissfully unaware of it's reality

It must be nice
to not be able to
fathom
the devastation
that it leaves in it's wake

It must be nice
to not have
your country
scarred
by this disease

It must be nice
to not have had
your kinsmen
decimated
by this pestilence

It must be nice



to not grasp
the concept
of this
singular
nightmare

But when you've watched
your country men
suffer
and die

When you'd learned
to abhor
the touch
of another
human being

When you've watched
with your heart
in your mouth
as your sister
left the house
everyday
to go work
with the infected

When you've watched
helplessly
as she grieved
the death
of a mentor

Praying to God
everyday
that she doesn't  
become
part of the
statistics

When there was a time
you would go out
everyday
not knowing
if today
was the day
it'd finally
find you



You can't help but flinch
ever so slightly
at the word

Because unfortunately,
you know too well
the horrors
that are condensed
into those 5 letters

E B O L A