A new day will dawn
On a town once bustling
But now inhabited by ghosts
And stray dogs that are hungry
Looking for scraps to survive
The human race is locked in battle
Trying to survive a disease
We have been driven back to our hovels
We, the oh so mighty survivors
Of dinosaurs and global warming
Now we cower behind cowls
And the alcohol doesn't remove the bloodstains from our hands
Mother Nature has decided we must suffer
Such is her wrath
A wrath we brought upon us
By killing her children
The trees and animals
And by choking her skies and waters
With refuse from factories
Tell me, what do we do now?
Germ warfare was the future
And now the future is uncertain for us all
Be we common folk or prime ministers
Young or old
We have come face to face with our own mortality
And it is a fearsome sight
We are terrified
Some of us too young to die
Some of us leading a desperate charge
Attired in white coats and face masks
Even if she does forgive us our sins
I wonder if we will learn
Not to meddle in affairs that don't concern us
Not to take things for granted
Not to say, "Tomorrow is another day"
For that very tomorrow
Is now a part of yesterday
And what lies ahead has never been more in question
Than today
The presence of 24 hours
Is torture
And our prayers mostly go unanswered
As outside our shelters, an invisible hunter stalks us
More efficient and deadly
Than all identified predators
We joke that we won't be taken out
By a virus that is named after a light beer
But that light beer's namesake had killed more of us in 15 days
Than genocidal maniacs could in years
I am afraid, oh so afraid
For this is but a fraction
Of what a wronged mother can do
To protect her children
The Bilge Master
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