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.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2020
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