Our Novel Poem by anais vionet
Our Novel
You can think of this
pandemic as an novel
slowly unfolding.
We are characters
caught up in the plot - we're the
heroes and cowards.
We bring our desires,
educations, biases and
social reflexes.
All the small sins and
great vanities of mankind
have a home in us.
The challenges we
face, in chapters yet turned
would scare the angels.
Will, we, the people,
psychologically flinch
in this, our great hour?
If so, expect no
Crispian Day speech of legend
to mark our passing.
Usually you write nice lively poems. Today you are dead serious...pun intended. Its a beautifully truthfully wonderfully done poem. Yes Covid has exposed some of our human frailties but also shown that if even you carry the doomsday keys you are no different from a Masai kid in the Kibera slum. Ummmm....lol...your home work is to find out what is Masai...a slum...and Kibera. And who Donald Trump is. Great poem.
'All the small sins and great vanities of mankind have a home in us.' - Well said!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 10:39:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The squalor and meaningless chaos of our predicament makes us thirsty for inspiration. If imagination can step up and wrestle with all that nastiness, our journey becomes a moral drama of our own redemption. We need a story worthy of our dignity.