Under the Virus's Double Spell
A river of pain runs through
the calamitous world, a mute assassin
tightens the lungs, usurping
our right to breathe, pouring day and night
its cup of poison, heralding a new
dictatorship over need -- as emergency laws proliferate
and totalitarian wannabes cherish
their moment – to tighten the tongues.
In virus's reckless trophy hunting,
we 're the helpless prey engulfed
in the bosom of helplessness, perishing
by the thousands in its vast killingfield.
Our lamentation will never satiate its
craving to devour us, as the field
grows and grows.
One day its shadow will shrink and
lose its luster, dwarfed by the
oceanic empathy, which makes us
worthy of species preservation.
The unseen serpent may have many
petri dish, yet is destined to perish
by our planetary will to survive and
reverence for life (and liberty).
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