Our emotions shrouded with fear,
Fear that ****** like a thorn.
We're no longer at ease
For the devastation, on surge.
We sit on a time bomb,
Not privy with when it'll explode.
The wheels of the world's economies
Have grinded to a halt,
Everything has come to a standstill.
Everything that mattered; money, power...
Are now seen as trivialities.
The focal point of life
has taken a paradigm shift
from prioritizing affluence
To seeking after life.
All of a sudden,
the reality of our mortality
Has dawned on us
And we grapple for survival.
For our flaws, Lord pardon us
And let the breeze of tranquility
Blow across the surface of the earth.
©binditim