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Pestilence

Pestilence. . Sheer madness Panic and chaos Tainted with sadness A wave of pestilence Sweeping through our lands The so called experts and Government Don’t fully understand Has now cursed the populous Got out of hand . Excessive greed Disregards common sense And necessities of basic need Panic buying Leaves others without And many dying . The media machine spins fabrications And fear on a brainwashed gullible population Social isolation behind closed doors Fighting an invisible pogrom In a new world war. . The profiteer swine Greedily scoff from the same troth And won’t stop Not content with what They have got . Economic disaster A sore wound With no as yet treatment Band aid or plaster . Peoples fear increasing Peoples trust and spirit broken And decreasing Education a precarious occupation The pharmaceutics companies Rubbing their hands Making as much profit as they can . Travel abroad coming to a halt People blaming others It’s not their fault Public unrest The righteous will be blessed . A pandemic out of control To take vulnerable souls The Devils angry And has a hold . What we see today Is what was foretold long ago And has now come to pass Man never learns And always gets his fingers burned As history repeats itself . ‘’In 1914, an estimated two-thirds of the world's population was wiped out. The cause people did not wash hands. The Spanish flu.’’ Peter Dome©2020.

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