Plague of Ages
21st Century
No pestilence nor piety had ever plagued the land like this before,
Around the altar thousands gathered screaming of their gaping sore,
Infra, night after night had passed coughing bloody in their bed,
Victims yellow in the face, hoping death would end this awful dread
That world hostage itself forever strong, unending in Herculean chain
While bacterium rejoiced and marveled in his domain,
Nothing but agony compelling to perplex,
No end, solution to a pang simplex,
Whose joy's demise, who lives surcease of those that die,
It cackles wicked, long, and hard at those who fail fortify,
The dead and dying pour the streets a fate subjective
Only with one terrible, avaricious objective:
The minds of masses enslave whoso readily trust its truth,
And for it stand and putrefy, O precarious sooth!
DayPoems Poem No. 2389
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2389.html">Plague of Ages by Brian Okabayashi</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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