Wetiko – A Poem by JP

I’d like to think the natives had it right,
that perhaps we’re really all diseased
and infected with the Wetiko virus.

I’d like some creature or beast to be blamed,
that way I would not know such things.

I’d like a belief system that frees me,
where someone died to release me of shame.

This Wetiko has the world in fever–
and the bodies are piling in the streets.