In the fight against the ebola pandemic: Quarantine and Cremation (Buried Alive)
By Joy Lynn Clark
10/14/2014
Buried Alive by Dazee Dizzle – lyrics at the end
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When I watch the latest new stories on ebola I cringe. People from the infected regions are flying into the U.S. Wait. Hold it right there, isn’t the protocol for ebola quarantine? Why are U.S. airports accepting flights from the infected regions? The area is in quarantine, right?
I saw a story where airport cleaning crews were given latex gloves and painters mask-like covers for their face. What the f&^k? I would quit immediately.
Seriously, the first story I heard was disconcerting. Okay we are going to fly an infected patient into Atlanta. At least they were near the CDC. The patient is doing fine. I am thinking to myself, “oh goody we can handle this”. Might I add the people handling this case had on bee-keeper like suits. (I feel sorry for that airport cleaning crew).
Next, more cases. Death. Okay we are just going too far. Is the U.S. going to operate business as usual and allow any and everyone access? Quarantine, Quarantine, Quarantine. Someone has high hopes for a global pandemic. Stop bringing ebola on U.S. soil.
My next issue, burial practices. Why are people trying to bury their dead ebola victems. The WHO (world health organization) has a plan but, I don’t think it will stop the spread of ebola. No contact with bodies huh? What about the person who has to bury them? What about transporting the bodies from their death beds to the burial ground?
Cremation. That is all you can do. Burial will spread the disease. Stop burying the dead
I decided to think about what my Native American tribal ancestors would have wanted in this situation. Hear the rest of the story in Buried Alive which is in the music and lyrics section.
Buried Alive
Why’d you bury me here?
Got no car in my name
Call my tribe by the chief
Should I turn the other cheek?
I just wanna be siditty
And party in the city
But I am destruction
I bring the pain and
I am desire
Bringing the rain
And I am the flood
And I am the new
And I am death
Coming for you
And I’m shining my chrome
Wanna send me off
But I’m right at home
Wanna color code me
No they can’t behold me
So they all must die
Do you know why?
Why’d you bury me here?
Got no car in my name
Call my tribe by the chief
Should I turn the other cheek?
I just wanna be siditty
And party in the city
But I am destruction
I bring the pain and
I am desire
Bringing the rain
And I am the flood
And I am the new
And I am death
Coming for you
I love drugs
I love meat
I love walking down the street
I can eat
Submit three times
Saying “I will”
Admitting me I’m ill
Who the heck
I gotta kill?
Straight jacket math
Put me in the quiet
Room just for some laughs
Looking through my peephole
Where’s my audience?
Carry out some things
Just to be intense
“do you wanna be tied down now?
Yes, now hear me scream
About my ghetto dream
Why’d you bury me here?
Got no car in my name
Call my tribe by the chief
Should I turn the other cheek?
I just wanna be siditty
And party in the city
But I am destruction
I bring the pain and
I am desire
Bringing the rain
And I am the flood
And I am the new
And I am death
Coming for you
ER stomach pump
Chalk it up
All I got is rhymes
And I keep coming back, damn
And everytime I gotta change
Who the heck I am
