|The Plague Doctor, circa Edinburgh, Old Town, 1650s|
So do you think that God is punishing
The greed, the selfish solopsistic minds
That eat the innocent devouring:
The love we hold for truth and righteousness
And peace among all races, ethnic folks?
And will this scourge bow us to self-confess?
Make us admit we've erred, God's greatest joke?
Then we will know humility and grace
That though "advanced," a toxic one-celled thing
Can fell the great and small with nar'y a trace
And flay us with extinction's death toll ring
It's in our need to kill ourselves, our kind.
Christ strengthen our Love and make the sighted blind.