Life Revised 'tis Autumn Poem by me poet yeps poet

And we have locked him outside
till such time a vaccine he does not provide
he must also know
man has since grown
in this very life
where is he still waiting
in the darkened corners of the night
solving only rich man's plight
and common humans like me, are not yet in sight
no light no garlanding
O what is he a NON SPIRITUALIST
we must all desist
and let him ride above the clouds side by side
where still our god your god the worlds god the future god
of humanity still showers rain snow and green leaves is the autumn of life
tell me
AH, you all will silent beings products of nothingness
nature knows ye well
we all must culture manure for our dried up shallow brains
he is autumn who comes again and again
rain OR
no rain