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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy on a Brazilian Bug</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was warlord <br>of ten thousand <br>which multiplied by two <br>upon my word <br>whenever sand <br>ticked nanosecond through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was the Word <br>to a viral band <br>dividing yet anew, <br>where’er I stirred <br>in gut or gland, <br>spread grief – to each his due.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Card-coded cord, <br>D.N.A. band, <br>bound by genetic glue; <br>a hidden horde, <br>on every hand <br>mutating molecu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As victims soared <br>some out of hand<br>perceived the risk that grew, <br>the threat explored, -<br>migration banned, -<br>strategic overview.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My rule was awed <br>by chain and strand, <br>primaeval soup and stew; <br>perverted curd <br>bad blood would brand, - <br>a death-mask was my brew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In prayer implored <br>strong man, unmanned <br>with fear, and women too; <br>to dust restored <br>the pale, the tanned, <br>who died ere dawn dried dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, silent s[c]ored <br>the brave, the bland, <br>pauper, patrician too; <br>those loved, adored, <br>the poor, the grand, - <br>God to his bosom drew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With one accord <br>the fever fanned, <br>interring not a few; <br>until we heard <br>from a foreign land <br>of a feared French Institut. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jet engines purred, <br>saw Concorde land, <br>descending from the blue; <br>the silver bird <br>God’s globe had spanned <br>with gamma-globulu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">France had prepared<br>Brazil’s demand – <br>her government well knew, <br>for they were scared, <br>could scarce withstand <br>the queues where sickness grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To germ, absurd, <br>to Man, ‘twas grand, <br>both bug and bitten knew <br>while men murmured <br>San Paolo’s sand <br>would test their techniques true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drugs undeterred, <br>injections canned, <br>from man to man they flew, <br>vaccines record <br>where their errand, <br>ten million jabs to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My genes had erred, <br>Merieux well planned, <br>they struck my stock so true! <br>Chromosomes blurred, <br>nor token stand <br>we could not make – adieu! <br>     </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(24 June 1975)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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of ten thousand 
which multiplied by two 
upon my word 
whenever sand 
ticked nanosecond through.

I was the Word 
to a viral band 
dividing yet anew, 
where’er I stirred 
in gut or gland, 
spread grief – to each his due.

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