Hindsight

And all the normal days were gone,

just in an instance,

most probably gone with the wind

as we try as hard as we can to fix this

this is no doddle, no child’s play,

and no blame game.

We have all been to the ends

and all the ends really have ties,

to the known and unknown realms

as we congregate in domiciles

or maybe within our ever-changing

bubbles.

Where no place is certain,

not even for a day

let alone, a fortnight.

So, guard your spot

if you already have one

to merit your position

when the numbers drop.

Here, not only the strongest survives,

as in our hearts, strong bonds reside

to shorten the lengthy days

by offering a hand amidst this maze.

(c) Prince Kenny, JR.

WUHAN

From the plague of Justinian,
the Antonine plague of the early days,
to the SARS in recent memory.
No one is ever born ready,
at least not when the daggers thrust,
in no ceremonial contexts
but in combat confrontations.

Unlike the apocalypse,
this banged in unannounced,
lethal amongst its likes,
more menacing, more dreadful
and more condemning.
Bringing mankind onto its knees,
shedding tears for the departed,
not for any apparent bad deeds,
or for them being fainthearted.

A learning curve for humanity,
as the days grow old and the toll rises.
Hopefully lessons are being drawn,
for the unknown epidemics of tomorrow,
proving once again,
the brevity of life.

© Prince Kenny JR.