I've never tried so hard to speak
and found myself yet unheard
Look out or you'll die!!
You'd think they'd stop at that word
Die. Dead. Deceased. Kaput.
With man's fear of mortality,
he should think something afoot.
Surely someone alive besides me
Feels fear at these words of fatality.
CA MRSA
pronounced like
See a pursa,
is a deadly disease with several names
And I'd say it's winning
If we're playing games.
.
MRSA gets inside of you
from the person next to you
in a drop of sweat
or any spot wet
can carry it through
to You.
You don't even need a cut
or to have sex or share needles,
The Super Bug is uglier
Than butt reaming beetles.
Awareness, containment,
and death to the BUG,
is the only way to vent
and beat this Thug.
Catch it and fearlessly scream
No segregation fears for you,
Cause no one yet cares,
and there's nothing you can do.
I know a woman
who has been cleanly scalped,
MRSA ate where hair once grew ~
It was brown the last I knew ~
Terrifying until it started on an ear,
I think that's when
she really felt fear.
Most have it in their skin still
Covering their torsos,
With boils, bumps and scars,
covering every inch until
It starts on the organs inside,
then it's really downhill
from dying to has died.
My friends have CA MRSA,
They are junkies and poor,
hiding like lepers,
And we really need more
People to know,
This is HERE,
NOW,
in our town,
I don't feel safe,
Knowing it's just floating around.
No one is quarantined,
Few are educated at all,
Some still blame spiders,
A germ just seems so very small.
Fact is, the AMA made this
And now turns their backs,
On those most desperately needing aid
from whichever side of the tracks,
Not nearly enough is done
neither offense or defense exists,
Who's targeted? Why! Everyone!
I could tell you stories
from sun to sun..
I thought one lady had it made
Because she was lucky enough,
To have Medicaid
for meds and stuff
to get admitted for IV antibiotics,
and although a junkie,
they saw her pain
even giving my friend narcotics.
My friend
Noticed the following
As a regular thing;
The doctors and nurses
Masked up and changed gowns
Yet posted nothing about MRSA's
Presence in our town.
Visitors came and went
With no warning of the risk they took,
home with them, maybe to you!
Perhaps he's even your cook.
Her luck went south,
'twas her without the hair now
To you from my mouth,
I think it might be unfair how
Victims like her are treated so
Without even thinking she is going to go
to the store, the bathroom,
Restaurants and parks,
But certainly not to cause your doom!
You rush to the ER
And say, hey doc! look here!
He looks and backs up
then leans in to peer,
Backs up again quickly
and says, "Spider bite!
you'll soon be out of here!"
He explains how it will drain,
and writes you a script
For Bactrum or something
That leaves you unequipped,
To fight the New Big Bertha,
Plague, Super Bug, Leprosy
CA MRSA
and maybe then you'll see,
Part of what it's like to be me,
To picture how it feels
To be eaten alive
by a flesh eating germ
Who'll eat the Bactrum and thrive.
There are one or two
correct drugs out there,
But they have to be found quick!
you have to take great care,
not to die, not to let it win,
Before you're too sick
And the disease moves within.
I fear for those who turn their backs,
Unless you find Karma queer
For they could fall fast and hard,
Maybe yet this year!
Until your family is like me
Praying for you
with all their might
and you all join in
and take up my fight!
because now you have to
with all your might.
The Netherlands did it
Locked MRSA out tight!
While our was has not begun
or even admitted
We have a war to be won.
Learn what you can
and share what you know
what we understand we command
so help our understanding grow.
And pray for help
sweating, writhing in contortions,
Aren't we reminded
of plagues of Biblical proportions?
Are you afraid?
I hope you are,
'cause with you
and the friends I've made so far
We can get "their" attention
before we're gone too far.
Other countries have won
The battle with this Beast
Let's not find
We only did the very least
that we could have
forgive us, everyone!
For all the things
we should have
already done.