Anil Deo Poet Verse

Besides the Corona: Virus, That Is

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while the airports and hubs of urban & urbane wane
television saturates itself with virus & old wives' tales
the city is still steeped in sin - by man's choosing

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last night my town had hail, after weeks of rain
last year was all drought. Blessings 'midst the pain?
last shall be first says the Word - by free will choosing!

III
we picked up pock-marked plants, even veggies, this morning
hit by hail, yes, as I was marked by sin before repenting
MESSAGES? the same. the bible. sinners sin till the end

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Indiana Shaw March 23, 2020 at 8:55 AM Yes, they surely do, nice words, Anil . . .

Anil Deo March 21, 2020 at 1:14 AM thanks as always Sir Harry. amen to divine help. shalom, shalom

Harry Horsman March 20, 2020 at 11:37 PM This is so good, Anil..I do believe something positive will rise above all of this. Already the medical staff, to me the heroes on the front line, fighting what is a different kind of war....God be with them all.

Anil Deo March 20, 2020 at 10:49 PM i had something else in mind; but there it is - it came out this way. Shalom, shalom. It is a time for deep questions ...