Friday, June 16, 2017

ancient friend

With us since memory
Our earliest fears
Death came from plague
In waves of terror
And an abundance of tears

Since humanity has existed
The plague has resisted
Every effort to kill it
Children, elderly and adults
Are killed without any justice

It is mindless, yet sadistic
Our lives become twisted
Fear makes us incoherent
We form some kind of cult
While plague slays us

“In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine”

George Bernard Shaw