Ode To Coronavirus
it is just a last wake up call,
heavy bell tolls of John Donne
mourning for dying Humanity.
The very serious and decisive warning
sending to all nations.
Change your mind, way of life,
local, state orders
and global system –
for much better sort of governing
or you will be wipe out totally
from face of Earth,
really, take a look down, dudes,
crowded up so everywhere
the kingdoms of ants and termites
miserable and crawling
on soil and grasses under foot
much better organized
and protected internally and externally
than all your businesses, elections,
social and political systems and regularities.
You know very well
without any prefaces and formalities
this planet has only 10-20 years
for save yours damn civilization
with all its achievement, exaltation and glamour
from looming Global Warming
with all it tragic consequences
much more dangerous, imminent and deadly fatale threat,
than what done with us, with
hundred states on Earth
and what can else will do
Coronavirus.
Its only last call, warning
from the simplest preform of life
which originated on this planet
4 billion years.
Be wiser,
more modest,
more patient,
not so greedy
with all your environment
and forms of life around
that come to life
long before you
if you want to survive
as *****Sapiens,
or you will have left this planet
for yours
ancient ancestors
and previous harmony and multitudes
of life forms and their niches
will be restored and filled again
without your way of life, earthlings -
without your colonization and reign,
which so intensively
produced deserts
from all you actions absolutely
from all yours enterprises,
agreements and compromises
killing and looting everything.
It is just last call from Coronovirus.
Copyright © Zamir Osorov | Year Posted 2020
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