Two Sonnets on Bird Flu

I.
Today is so beautifully colds and clear
That it is hard to believe that there’ rain
Coming soon. Weather sweet turns oft severe,
But CDC told you warnings much in vain.
Innocence is a sugary sweet soft blind
Enfolding aching heads. You tempt the fates
For you think, “Well, I won’t be left behind.”
But illness creeps, slyly sneaks under gates,
Devours young children, old folks, even you.
“I don’t believe!” Stopped not think Hitchcock’s fowl.
And “War on birds” won’t stop the stealthy flu.
American’s dying fast, you’ve run afoul.
T’is too late vaccine fully to produce,
We’re sick ‘cause our dumb leader is too obtuse.

II.
“Cough, cough, hack, hack,” go the cute little birds.
“Slash, cut, please, die,” sing the sad butchery blades.
To starving people poor, it seems absurd,
To seize up the livestock in government raids.
“It must be contained, we’ll go to the mat!”
But easier said than done. The virus creeps,
Now jumps from man to beast to bird to cat.
It sticks in our throat, it kills while we sleep.
It’s global pandemic, everyone’s ill.
The end of the world, brought on by a crow.
But government men never starved on the Hill,
We reap what we sow: a weak W.H.O.
Is flu worse than dread hunger? No one can tell.
Perhaps we’ll find out when we all meet in hell.