A terrifying, twisting, howling serpent approaches
Interrupting our routines, demanding we take notice
It is a curling force which bites sharply, and kills ferocious
From the back of sunshine, this is a monster emerging from its lair
Mocking, with devastation, our flimsy shelters and efforts to defend
Leaving the poor and innocent in despair
With every venomous strike, follows ruin and blight
This malicious coil is no passing storm
It is a conquering force too strong to resist.
Now we roam, like zombies, down filthy and abandoned streets
Searching for fragments to reconstruct our erased pasts
Helplessness is my inescapable destiny – a pattern that repeats
Because the sad truth is this creature offers release
After all, what point is there to plan or dream
We can save our strength and resign to peace
Reconciled that we are powerless to troubles that await,
Reassured that, after fear, comes more fear.
Grateful for reassurance we can do nothing to change our fate.