Poem -



In these times, 
Of want and woe;
Of foul and foe 

Where no one yet knows
What will becometh
Of man: uncertain.

Living isolations:
In social distancing, 
Away; from conventional societies. 
Unstructured. Unprecedented.

Nature prevails...this much is true. 
Its recourse be to our downfall:
A cleansing, renewed. 

Regulations and impositions,
Poorly slow what be upon
Sooner horizons;
Rest assured. 

Government’s fickleness; fleeing
From the fight, soon crumble
Upon its weight.

For God, hath other plans
For mankind than solely
To propagate, as dominate.

To only hope that His mercy
Be shown to our kind
Before tis too late. 

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