After the Covid Plague

When all the sick Are put to rest Train station And plague ships Are empty Retributions are fought And paid Nature Again Forced from towns Highways and byways Rumble and hum To the movement of mode Again White trails Crisscross the sky Will it really Be the same People can’t blame Their Gods Just there wicked And unhygienic ways Will malnutrition Poverty and hunger Mate To birth war And hate Will the little Privacy that’s left Be taken Stolen Without consent Will social capitalism Be the new bent Social worth Based on a social score The one truth (Am already behind the eight ball) Will persecution Again flourish Targeting The Blacks The Jews The foreigner Beggars, pilgrims Disabled Women Will Art Turn black With pessimism And a dance of death A return of Gothic And Gargoyles To accelerate The wrath Of Gods Life Won’t be the same What was Is gone The flux Of our existence Replaced with What’s to come