A PLANET IN DREADFUL PAIN
The wicked winds waft westwards Granting a deluge of ill droplets Infected with myriad tiny monsters

A PLANET IN DREADFUL PAIN

The wicked winds waft westwards

Granting a deluge of ill droplets

Infected with myriad tiny monsters

Which stop a planet in its tracks

Graduating the learned into fools

Baffling miracle worker, preachers

Witchdoctors and seers rendered

Useless with tails tucked ‘tween legs

Revisiting the oracle drawing boards

Noisy politicians totally muted – no longer

Sing and dance to the rhythm of sham

Isolated and quarantined with hustlers

Forced to shut up their stinking orifice

And now we resemble disguised thugs

Covering faces to confuse tiny Covid

Evading its wrath with pieces of cloth

The mighty corona altering the world

Lovers are now scared of affection

Won’t touch and feel a loving hand

Scared to give a peck on the cheek

Or slurp the luscious lips of side pals

Only Namaste hail of clasped hands

And kisses blown in suspect sickly sky

No longer sure of our clean hands

They must be clean and clean and clean

Just in case they’d greeted the ogre

And brought the tiny creature home

What sins have we committed?

Why are the gods so angry with us?

Why place the earth on a lockdown?

Totally driven back to factory setting

Were you oh microscopic creatures

Unleashed to punish wayward earthlings

For the defilement of mother earth

Behaving as if it’s ours to rape and kill

Look – since we were house arrested

The earth has gotten a breathing space

The trees are growing beautifully

The ozone wounds heal gracefully

Happy dolphins jump playfully

Replacing canoes in canals of Rome

And as technology is overwhelmed

Unable to reconnect the matrix

The small voice sends us to our knees

Since even science needs God

©Patrick Ngugi 010420

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