Pandemic Poetry

[boothros]

Our own world is changing in front of our eyes,
nature has spoken without much surprise.
We couldn’t keep up our superior reign.
while our dirty great footprint was casting a stain.

We lived and we laughed with hardly a care,
we ate and we drank, spending money like air.
We partied and pleasured whenever we could,
whilst those just beneath us were begging for food.

We fought and we voted and then fought some more.
Each one convinced they were right to the core.
We argued and bickered on heaven knows what,
never quite happy with what we had got.

And now things are different, we’re counting the cost.
Seeing the sum of the things that we’ve lost.
The pleasure of closeness and all that it means,
each of us living our lives through our screens.

The streets are all empty, the shops all like jails,
the businesses losing their seasonal sales,
the keyworkers all of them working like mad,
now running the country, the place that’s gone bad.

And the public will clap them to say ‘Thanks to You!’
Simply because there’s not much else to do.
And still they’ll go out there because they are told,
treating the sick and the ill and the old.

Others sit in their houses watching the news,
each of them blaming, somebodies’ views.
All of them desperate and worried and sad,
as they mourn the good lives they so recently had.

And nature herself will look down on us all,
watching us humankind taking the fall.
Seeing us grieving a lifestyle much mourned,
quietly thinking, ‘You can’t say you weren’t warned’.