Somehow... Poem by RIC BASTASA

somehow i am tempted
to this idea that this world
is about to end,

at first i console myself
that it is just cleansing itself
of what it sees as dirt

and then the worst came, i
think again, that this world
shall end, not in fire, not
in water, not in ice, but with
this virus from Wuhan,

i have regrets though,
why, with all the human intelligence
no vaccine is coming in,
i challenge, then, that who ever
created it, must dismantle it,

the world shall give all its money,
its fortune, its treasures,
and all its all, to avoid this
viral ending,

this world is just us, me or you,
who is willing to surrender all,
just to live and not to death shall fall.