Pande-mania

A friend who is a noted American poet has just written a poem suggesting that this current pandemic is an "apocalypse political and vague".

My response:

Hmm. Maybe an apocalypse. I'm not sure.

Or is it mother nature telling us we are too many

And too careless for the planet to endure.

Four point two million die a year from pollution.

Only a handful die from this strange disease.

Yes, it has paused us waiting for a solution

At least for now. But do we ever learn?

Sadly I think our memories are too short.

Should we hide or to living now return

And face our fate with dignity

In hope that care and caution temper it.

Some die, some live as it must be.