Herd Immunity
Spare a thought for the hapless wildebeest,
Who, after migrating for many miles,
Is fated to be a predator’s feast:
A live meal for dogs, lions or crocodiles,
And as he dies, in unspeakable pain,
The herd, in a massive majority,
Rushes on by to inhabit the plain,
Heedless of the tiny minority,
Being sacrificed, to keep it alive
In vast numbers, seemingly unaware,
That nature, allowing it to survive,
Deems a few casualties perfectly fair,
And people, these days, are labelled herd too;
Hence, spare a thought for the hapless Gnu.
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