Man was at war with the world;
Suffocating her skies,
Strangling her seas in his plastic;
Shredding her forest womb,
As he gouged deep into her bowels.
The COVID River
Roared onto the scene.
Ripping through hallowed edifices.
Man’s constructs
To his own greatness.
Self-proclaimed
The cleverest animal,
Out-breeding all others;
He bulldozed their homes
To make way for more of his own.
The twinkling man-made stars
Bringing light to the night
Belied the damage that he wrought.
And the Universe thought
It time,
Time to enter the fight.
So the COVID River came.
A fearsome river
Of tiny molecules
Of death.
Unstoppable
By force and power.
Stoppable
By co-operation.
Working together
To stay apart,
To stay alive.
The Grim Reaper rode along,
An avaricious grin
Sneaking across his lifeless face,
Watching man’s denial
In the face of this river of doom,
Who chose her best weapon,
Man’s own flaw.
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