Let’s name the next COVID strain, inhumanity;
it fits like a smile by the Moon during the day,
since humanity cannot plead insanity
when most people become oblivious like clay.
Hooray for the facelift and Botox injections!
Methinks (we think) that the wrinkles should be straightened
out with careful cruelty-free recollections
of the meaning of life whether long or straitened.
The inhumanity continues to amass
mass and thus energy but very little light.
Once the box is open, there is no equal class.
An unstable humanity can only fight.
O Athena! O my Anthi! Will we ever change?
Is humanity a dead end or out of range?
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Dedicated to [fill in the blank].
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.



Comments (1)
You know, Covid 19 should have been called the Batman Disease. They missed the opportunity. Lol. Loved your poem!