Humanity’s Trial By Fire

As humanity grapples with perhaps the greatest ever crisis it has been confronted with, I ponder the multitudinous ways in which it could alter our lives forever. The theme latent all along in this short verse with regards to the pandemic, is uncertainty and gratitude. In such times, living each day on its merit and acting responsibly seems to be the way one should go about, while at the same time take a moment pay homage to the unfortunate beings who have succumbed to this wretched virus and thankful to the countless heroes who are working round the clock to defeat it.

The invisible marauder has sneaked everywhere,

Man to man rapidly proliferating.

Before you even wonder if it’s there,

It’s ubiquitously tripling and quadrupling.

 

Just as life looked to limp back to normalcy,

It’s recrudescent powers continued to stun,

Mutating into virulent strains,

The fight has just but begun.

 

The crisis has flummoxed all and sundry,

Governments and plebeians alike.

The pulverizing virus has rent it’s war cry,

As morbidity rates continue to spike.

 

The incessant groan of healthcare systems,

The weight of snowballing caseloads,

And manic testing activity, typifies the mayhem,

As a luck-less search for the elixir vaccine ensues.

 

The world has shrunk into it’s canopy,

Shapeshifting into a virtual de-globalized state.

Doctors, police, social workers and a few other heroes

Are still out in the open, working tireless to render a changed fate.

 

The ultimate test of melioristic potential,

Humanity’s trial by fire - is well and truly here.

The battle of an existential crisis looms large,

While the ill-begotten virus will hope the fire is the pyre.

 

But humanity shall prevail over the virus

Eventually, a pyrrhic victory no doubt,

We will countervail with our strength

And in God’s good time we shall ensure its rout.

 

But till then let’s hold tight,

And bear the pain of strife.

Masks, sanitizers and social distancing norms,

Shall symbolize our quotidian life.

 

The black swan is trumpeting her dance of doom.

So before plans to re-open life go ballistic,

Think twice, snug yourselves at home,

Lest you want to end up as a cursed statistic.