Flames of the pandemic raging on
Families torn asunder; rich and poor, now and gone
The young racing the old to the grave
The living, living a thousand deaths and still brave
Curing the living and Grieving the dead
Picking up the ruins of livelihood with dread
Arrogance of the bigoted coming home to roost
Ruling with bombast and boast as nation is toast
With nary a governance but divide and rule
Keeping the sheep stay split as their lives unspool
Foaming at the mouth even as freedom frittered away
Braying at each other with Nature at its demented way
No amount of new thoughts may match the pain
Raving and ranting as nation scrambles in vain
So sticking to the old and stealing from the greats:
If this belief from heaven be sent
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
As I ponder while this mayhem pours scorn
There lies a baby, green shoot, fresh and born
Happy and a toothless smile in its beautiful face
Perhaps because it knows not its religion and race
Co-opted and to be corrupted by the human race
What a waste of the nature's gift; Humanity's disgrace
