Is the day of ancient Noah here anew?
When all human creatures have to renew
Those processes of majestic bubbles
And turned around all to empty tables
From the rising Beast of chopsticks holders
To the greatest throng of freedom builders
Who amongst the first ones to bend a little
With their towering looks and hooks so subtle
Supposing each power can still ridicule
This nasty invisible protein molecule
Which now poised to ensure a pandemic
To irradicate what they used to mimic:
* the wisest on their own eyes
* the skillful oppressors of poorest mice
* the greatest possessors of unforgiving hearts
* perpetual addicts of power, lust, money and gadgets, which like pigments of their farts
Recycling all Sodom's and Gomorah's toys
Nothwithstanding those warriors' one noise
Warming and warning them as of old
Yes, prophecies now fullfilled had long fortold
Will this second wave now be enough?
For us all to learn the lessons so tough
From that first wave's song 'I Am A Child Of God'
That a matter of eleven years indeed it's odd
Men's hearts failed again at this hour
When earthly things uncontrollably devour
The wisdom, virtues and kindness of humanity
Which persistently devoid us of desired unity
Justifying how systematic our frailties be
Now we esteemed as priceless gems maybe
Yet a little while we are plucked out slowly
In a staggering and compelling numbers surely
So let the heavens show the only way to survive
Is to hearken, listen, pass and revive
These simple words like thunder:
'Kindly stay home and ponder'
As these minute proteins keep on sailing
Along with earthly shaking and wailing
Until a Living Prophet's voice be heard
And our choices please the Good Shepherd
With lower tones and in this second tune: 'I Will Go And Do! '
As the final song of this mortal view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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