RajahJun

The deadly scourge went on the rampage,  beyond the silk road and seas.  Sowing fear and death to all ages;  bringing us to our knees.  We shut the door to spare us,  and waited till we're free.  But the hourglass flipped twice over;  snatched back our glee.  Doors locked once more trapping despair.  Whom do we lift our plea?  We beg for hope in this uncertainty.  Is it found in life's modernity?  Hope did sprung from antiquity,  from the Light that shined on Saul;  On the dusty road to Damascus,  will shine on us all through eternity.  JRF 

Adam and Eve banished from Eden, Shares the road with the four dreaded horsemen. Their frightful blows stuns like Medusa's gaze, They be cast in stone beneath Pompeii. Humanity bruised, bloodied and broken, Lie waiting on death throes along the dusty road. When none but the dying ember remains; A flicker, a prayer, an outstretched hand; Rises man from the ashes like the Phoenix. From the bowels of Hell redeemed; From the jaws of death resurrected; The human spirit thus prevails.

We went about our normal way, And heard the news of death so far away. We didn’t mind because it was not here, But alas it’s near and we tremble in fear. When the grim reaper started to win, 'Twas medieval quarantine that locked us in. Panic, strife and hunger lie on the fringes, Boots were needed to toughen the hinges. We wore masks to mask our masks, Wishing to live and finish our daily tasks. Two arms length we needed not to reach out, But served as our measure not to freak out. Scrubs showed us our new heroes, Fighting the unseen to stave off sorrows. How can the enemy do this all? Without a big stick yet it stood tall. This was not the Crown we all would bow, Unwilling subjects forced to make a vow. Will it return to normal we don’t know? Or will it be a whole new show.                 JRF