A Plague's Afoot

A plague's afoot. At first
It only took the worst,
And left in blackened, unmourned piles
Our rotten crooks and paedophiles.

It spread to others then:
Disturbing; but again,
They certainly were not among our best,
And numbered more than one unwelcome guest.

A cleaner, purer land
No doubt will be the end.
We did not need them; all are carried off
And cleaned up. Who will be the next to cough?

Britney Trueblood