Will we be remembered as the time Of Covid melancholy and violence? So many ignored, isolated, alone, with Their cup or bottle and their thoughts. Death of thousands, millions an evil Plot to divide and conquer so cruelly.
Our view depends on filters deployed, How loose our optic skein, where cast. The last message we claimed; the truth That we all believe we believe. Learned In youth. Answers we concocted with Our weapons of vile mien, destruction.
Why do we always murder ourselves, To populate our bleak nightmares with Unknown demons, all just wee children. Our children and their children, exiled, Slain far too young or never conceived. Corpses lie strewn across Earth’s body.