These are the days

These are the days









My heart wrenches at the continuous woes around me

People dying at such alarming rates

Things falling apart like deciduous dust

There’s barely anything to pick up.


Strength is gone from all the wailing

Nowhere to run, it is scattered around us

Anguish, devastation, lament have become popular trends

Our beautiful blue world is losing its beauty.


Major wars are joined with inner ones

Disputing lay waste lands and lives

Evil is being fed fat daily

When shall our sore-filled eyes heal?


Quickly, we must salvage what’s left

Together we must put an end to the pain

We hold the power to make wars or peace

Our decisions affects us all, no matter how high or low.

A microbiologist by degree, a writer at heart.

I am also very spontaneous with my writings and enjoy the simplicity and complexity of nature.


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