Herbert Nehrlich - Cashcow

Whatya gonna do when it comes for you,
that bastard of a virus of the avian flu?
It dives into your body with its monster head
and soon it's final curtains and you will be dead.

But may I tell you something from my secret file
the virus wasn't hatched in Egypt near the river Nile,
it couldn't jump the barrier from the chook to modern man
but for science this small step is done because it can.

Now, the labs inside the Forces aren't exactly tops
since the research fellow there drink mostly liquid hops,
and when pathogens get out to do their dirty work
they will call the whistleblower a demented, bloody jerk.

There is Aids and then Ebola, just to name a few,
if you dig a little deeper you might find the clue.
Can you visualize a virus, then please do so now,
does it look like Mama Milka, like a great big cow?

Well, it might as well live up to its intended aim,
there are plans for its survival in this deadly game.
Tell the people that their health will -with a vengeance- crash,
and they'll take all of your vaccines, may the good Lord praise our cash.

Herbert Nehrlich

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