Her Pyre

This time is such
Where free will is bound:
Sickness attests
Air, fire and ground!

Rampant fear of death
Fills society – tears its peace!
#Thesystem is collapsing,
Breaking, piece by piece…

The centre cannot hold,
It whirls like an eddy;
It twists and spews and vents,
It can’t remain steady.

Cries for breath and hope
Gasp and clog the air;
But are warned by powers,
They shouldn’t quite dare.

The world is staring,
As we grovel and plead;
Our leaders are rallying!
But not one can lead…

Losers are vindictive:
They poke and prod and kill,
They incite and lie,
They do what they will.

My country is caving;
Nature has wrought her ire;
If I hadn’t doubted her,
I may have seen her pyre.