Poetry

Sitting under trees

Watching the colors changing

It’s very peaceful

Well, until a bird flies by

Then I get covered in poop

A pleasant town

People walk the streets

As families play and young couples fall in love

An infected rat never retreats

As I take that final breath

I am consumed by the black death

A plague to live on for decades

All foretold by an ace of spades

20 million dead

And the black plague continues to spread

Towns shut down and people can’t go out anymore

The dead bodies are piled on street corners

And the doctors wear masks to stop the spread with herbs

The houses are filled with mourners

As I take that final breath

I am consumed by the black death

A plague to live on for decades

All foretold by an ace of spades

20 million dead

And the black plague continues to spread

Now everyone is dead

Over half of the town is gone

They say the rest of Europe is like that

And as this passes through my mind my final breath is drawn

I stand under the false rain

Around me people yell

They scream for help

For their lives

But I don’t move

This will be on the news tonight

And it’s all my fault

So I stand here

Even when the yelling quiets

Even as I hear heavy boots

People knock on the door

But why should they save me

So I stand here

And I don’t mind

When it gets hard to breathe

Because this is all my fault

So I’ll stand

As long as the world is burning