Each one of us has our soul-weave
We form truth patterns of our own
Traditional Faiths or some unknown.
So as we face this time of trial
We need to halt, step back a while
And try to form our own conclusions
Is our modern life illusions?
We're all in this mess together
Our present on the 'never-never'
Our debt to life quite under-paid
Our sovereign values much decayed.
The cult of self and #mefirst reigns
Our planet suffers many strains
Endangered species die unmourned
Where are the bees that erstwhile swarmed?
The Virus teaches us to think
What has brought us to the brink ...
We question now our core belief
And meditate upon our grief ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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