Covid 19 – Epiphany in Lent
The days are endless and the nights are long
The daily adage is a melancholy song
Of imprisoned souls and shackled minds
Too often lost in the daily grind
Yet starkly drawn out like a dagger to the rib
Is something that will destroy you, aged or in the crib
A primitive life form of mocking inconsequence
Reminding humanity of their ultimate irrelevance
In a world of human destruction in a world of man made greed
Where desire seduces minds with much more than they need
A crowned intruder is riding through the night
As men prepare to battle in an unconventional fight
Yet who do we turn to and who can we blame?
When one looks in the mirror, who can we name? Who can we shame?
The verdict lies on those of us who into this world came
With a misguided notion that God made us & him, the same
So carry on wayward daughters and sons, fruits of this Earth of Eden’s curse
Tis Darwin who will have the last laugh as we roll out our own hearse
A lesson we failed to learn and live by as we grasp onto tendrils of faith gone by
That of the mother on who we depend, is this our Earth and she will live beyond our end.