The world is on edge,
And rightly so, too,
From caskets strewn like *******,
To withdrawn funding for WHO;

Like something off a horror story,
What's left is for reanimated dead,
Flesh eating, mindless monsters,
Only lead to the friggin' head!

Pulpit shysters, con men of the cloth,
Boasting, the battle is theirs, not the Lords,
Dared the unseen guest, profanely,
All is well, now, laying between nailed boards;

Somewhere, in the dark continent,
The tropics had all the heat,
Coronavirus surely couldn't stand,
Well seated, many dead, no signs of retreat;

Far East, some crazy, mad scientists,
Playing with their bio toys,
Cook up another RNA weapon,
The Communist, westward, someday deploys;

It's the WWIII,
We eagerly awaited,
Shame, it's fought without explosions,
What a sight! To see civilisations obliterated!

Depopulation strategy of the antichrist,
Yes, he made mention during a talk,
****, he can't even protect his operating system,
From which he made his billions bulk;

Led by an African,
Surely he couldn't be that smart,
Misled the greatest civilisation?
Oh dear! From where do we start?

Our people have never known better,
Good governance is a pipe dream,
Here's another scheme to enrich politicians,
Juicy donations flowing in like a stream;

The big pharms engineered this,
Let loose something to **** millions,
Scramble, make a show, of concern,
Develop a vaccine, rake in the billions.

Life is but temporary,
Whether ordinary,
Or with affluence,
What's left is the essence;

For there was a confidante,
Whose opinion was sacrosanct,
Loathed by not a few,
Loved by others that had no clue;

In him was the ruler most pleased,
To direct and plant the right seed,
To direct the affairs of state,
While staying in the light of his shadow.

Yes nothing,
Yes high blood pressure,
Yes breakups,
Yes confidence out the window.

Hypocritical nature of man,
Allows him move closest,
To his God,
When a hair's breadth from death.

Your time, you have completed,
Indeed, yes, but should have waited,
To hold your grandchildren, both,
Before coursing on fate's boat;

As your strength drew down,
You never grew a frown,
Even on my wedding day,
'Twas brilliant all the way;

So, here I am, calling,
To say you aren't forgotten,
May be physically departed,
In spirit, always, united.

How can I trust,
My own beating heart,
Betrayed from the very start,
Even before the very first ******.

All I am,
Today, yesterday was made,
For tomorrow, by him,
Out of love, and humble foresight.