You can think of this
pandemic as an novel
slowly unfolding.
We are characters
caught up in the plot - we're the
heroes and villains.
We bring our desires,
educations, biases and
social reflexes.
All the small sins and
great vanities of mankind
have a home in us.
The challenges we
face, in chapters yet turned
would scare the angels.
Will, we, the people,
psychologically flinch
in this, our great hour?
If so, expect no
Crispian Day speech of legend
to mark our passing.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
You can think of this
pandemic as an novel
slowly unfolding.
We are characters
caught up in the plot - we're the
heroes and villains.
We bring our desires,
educations, biases and
social reflexes.
All the small sins and
great vanities of mankind
have a home in us.
The challenges we
face, in chapters yet turned
would scare the angels.
Will, we, the people,
psychologically flinch
in this, our great hour?
If so, expect no
Crispian Day speech of legend
to mark our passing.
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