I hear the voice of the world in cries;
In tears that waste the eyes,
By faith, so vainly fed;
With a tyrant so cruel to put earth to death.
“Ah, helpless world!” said I;
“Ah, wretched world!” twice did I sadly cry;
“Ah, helpless world!” the north and south reply.
When thoughts of the power nations contain,
And yet ever too vain;
I meet no word but favour to contain,
A ruler so dreadful to name;
Which fuels mortality rate,
Leaving a body in waste.
In vain, we fight the evil so wide and vast.
“In vain”, “in vain”, apothecaries try to eliminate;
“In vain”, “in vain”, twice did I sadly cry
We live in death and pain, the north and south reply.
Oh God!, no more shall this pseudo monarch do so;
For man to suffer and silently go:
All this world’s effort for antidote appears to me
a dull, ill-acted comedy:
No comfort to our wounded hearts,
We rely on your unfailing flight:
To rescue thy children in might.
Down we lay our head in plea;
Down on a cold earth; which for a while will be dead,
From the tyrant’s decree.
Ah, and the Lord will hear, I said,
For the world again to rise.
You foolish monarch, Go! to assume your broken chain,
And row here never again!
A poem in solidarity to the end of Covid-19
