A New Form Of Death

You never know
what will happen next
where we go
or what it is we get ,
day to day
time furthers our decay .

A perfect life
it can go wrong
you do it all right
but you still die in the long  
a dodgy wife
or a suicide bomb
the odds are rife
in getting you gone  
but the fat lady she , has a new song
with a new form of death
who's singing along
from the hospital beds
they're sounding the gong
for this there is no meds
as each day it gathers strength
they change shape and slip the net ,
superbugs airborn a fear
the ending of all dawn flies near .