Ode to the Coronavirus, Part 1March 20, 2020 9:56 pm 7 Comments
They call it coronavirus, a genetic aberration,
a mutation damnation, an intimidation plaguing the world’s civilization.
How long will this devastation affect each nation,
halting transportation, mandating segregation and stay-at-home habitation?
It came from the East, its birthplace origination,
a gestation foundation seeking personal validation and world domination.
It spread in every direction, a continuous migration,
as if a retribution, a retaliation, a subjugation of the planet’s civilization.
As we shelter-in-place, hoarding toilet paper and rations,
waiting for vaccinations, devaluations, and forms of remuneration,
many will binge on Netflix for the duration,
while others work in isolation in this modern age of communication.
What make we of this usurpation of mankind’s federation?
Is God punishing his congregation for indignation and exploitation?
Or is it a natural evolution, a biological continuation?
The religious and the atheists will now have time to argue this narration.
Is there a compensation from this biological contamination?
Perhaps a new societal sophistication, focusing less on individual creation:
as we discover again that none of us is an island location,
that a celebration of human compassion will bring us our salvation.
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This post was written by paulmarktag
love your thoughts Paul!
Thank you for a great poem to inspire and connect us during these trying times. I loved the Internal rhyme!
Well done Paul. Thank you!
This was great! You have inspired me…
Deprived of my vocation and a relaxing vacation
I am babysitting my grandkids in a strange staycation.
My days are full of action, my nights full of exhaustion
While I wait for this time to come to it’s completion.
It is clear a writing career is in the offing,
for you Daura Palmer I come applauding.
Your talent startling, wordsmithing seducing.
Advice? Give up your day job of masseusing!
My dear Paul, you and Becky are inspiring
This latest try at creative writing
Between her hummingbird feeding
And your poetry full of feeling
Massage is not something I’m missing!
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