It was the night before Doom’s Day
and all was quiet and still —
not a soul was in sight
all were in ‘for-the-chill’.
The world was on lock-down
there was no one outside —
save for some fools
who could not be confined.
The streets were empty
with a thick sense of doom
and panic was pumping
as toxic as fumes.
And fear was fast spreading
black like the plague —
with nowhere to go
no place to escape.
For they scrambled and scampered
on a rock in mid space —
like ants on a hill top
who were laced with cold mace.
Troubled they wondered
what could have caused
the havoc and blows —
so they stopped and they paused.
Did this plague begun
from the webs we have spun?
From our lack of compassion
and the bad that was done?
If we change our ways
if we care if we love
will God hear our prayers
will He save our doves?
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 19, 2020 | OC, California
Frolicking Fish | Thoughts Like Rivers
Lovely Kira!
A beautiful and so relevant write Kira!
Beautiful lines Kira…so true
BRAVA❣️Beautiful🌟
Powerful and compelling story telling!
We want to live
We don’t want to die
Even in a world of disease
A world held ransom to terrorism
We want to live
We want to walk
We want to play
We want to watch the stars
We want to sing
Oh Lord, one thing we realized
We don’t know how to walk
But we want to fly
You have in your wisdom truly grounded us.
Now all we are doing is blah,blah
A powerful poem.
Wow, powerful 💙🙌🏼❤️