Current Pandomonium Poem by me poet yeps poet

It isn't the first
nor is it the last
all past humans have suffered

Emperor of Rome who died in 180 AD
of small pox virus
lefthis style of
Model
mostly one of
Meditation

as only over mind
one has if at all any control

Fear -stress- anxiety and inquisitiveness
are more severe than knowing the ultimate end

we were born and brought into life
with a certain promise of death
as an inevitable accompaniment

then those who lapsed with time
spoke of self analysis and meditation

today's poets
mostly are relying
on unknown
images of gods
and prayer
where lies no answer
of whimsical imagination

(But have your faith
stick to it you may) ...no one stops you

Do try and be pragmatic
face all eventualities
and real possibility

follow the modern drills
cut off all untoward frills
social distancing- no kissing- no hugging
wait for that vaccination
still scientists are working
just learnt its soonly coming

have patience
If we pass away
there is going to be nothing strange
so why our minds unduly
must we willfullyderange

yet worse of all
-untimely
where's your mask-
O unmindful friend

and
keep your inflated EGO'S
at the further most end