The Storm

Its appearance paused any thoughts

that we were smarter than anyone 

or any invention.

Created to make us grateful, we wished 

to improve the future of the planet, so we

could survive it.

Those who felt life hadn’t been 

kind to them, took extra from 

the stores.

Those who were mild, allowed 

world to pass by, returned

to their books.

It’s just another example of how 

an omelette is made, broken eggs,

world wars, our grandparents.

The storm rules with an invisible fist,

smashes through paper boundaries,

deletes man playing deity.

Gods we are not, time drifts, fakery ripped,

education collapsed, jobs lost, plans

shredded, giving pause.

New survival techniques daily unfurl,

the simple psychology of life and death

somehow forgot.

I know you and your mind better than you 

know mine, is a thought now shredded

by coronavirus.

This virus caused a storm no one was ready for,

each day brought nothing but news of daily deaths,

all weddings cancelled.

Swept upon waves of uncertainty, we fall 

through time, back to a simpler life,

where internet can’t save us.

Having ignored the beginning’s prophecies,

It’s now impossible to tear eyes away

from the TV screen.