The World's Pandemic Poem by James Kraton

What is there to this world?
When the hearts of men are evil,
When our tongues are like fire,
When our spirits are filled with depravity.

We are quarrelsome people,
Looking to fight for some earthly pleasure,
Looking to stake a claim on selfishness,
Looking to cover the little light of the world with darkness.

What is left other than wickedness?
There is surely no wisdom,
There is surely no righteousness,
There is surely no love.

Who are we?
We are the scum of the earth,
We are the corruption to the righteous,
We are the gods of idolatry,

I look around.
What is there to this world?