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).