Man Cannot Live By Dread Alone

There is a cruel desolation these days in death No comfort in congregational crowds. Fear crackles on every street corner With wary social distancing observed On the wards,the lives of victims and carers Held in healing and helpless hands Too little gear to keep them safe And shortage of drugs to palliate the pain. Why the shortage of machines to let them breathe? Beneath the hopeful promises of pestilential Politicians bewildered by their ignorance Over the insidious and devious virus There is clearly panic,gnawing at their nerves Bleak,apocalyptic end- of -days sensations This darkness do shroud, our exit befogged Flailing and hoping,failing and groping Underlining starkly our human frailty And turn our faces to the wall or God Too many sacrificed to the pandemic shortages Lives lost to lack of foresight and pecuniary policy All lives under threat from the invisible Covid-19 With so many lungs by its deadly threads deeply invaded.