The Death Knell
The Death Knell
(COVID-19)
Written: by Miracle Man
5-3-2020
The death knell that changed the game,
once under subjection, lives won’t be the same.
Change is constant, we must adapt to survive,
To some, change decreases, while others thrive.
Many may detest what each new day brings,
the landscape changes, making paupers of kings.
When change is gradual, most rethink, and cope,
but a pandemic is sudden and many lose hope.
For many businesses it’s been the omen of death,
for many individuals it’s stolen that last breath.
I pray for those lost jobs that may never return,
and for workers of prominence, I’m given concern.
But the actions of protesters I’ve grown to deplore,
while swarming the beaches they choose to ignore.
Some view this pandemic as a road to something free,
many hardened hearts feel, “it won’t affect me.”
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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