The Black Death
The land that was once still and clean,
Was now where the ill lay in quarantines.
The cries of joy I used to hear,
Now replaced with melancholic tears.
The fun I used to have on the streets,
Now broken down by a simple flea,
Or by the work of a rat.
What an impact.
Your manifestations devastated the whole nation.
High fevers came in in the speed of light,
Just like how fast you arrived.
It’s funny how you derived from a creature.
A creature so small, invisible to the naked eye.
I guess it’s just the work of nature,
But why be so powerful to make us die?
I hope you can go away one day.
I can’t keep living in this cruel world
But then what would be the point
If I fall into your traps.
You will always be what brings me dismay,
O what damage you’ve hurled.
Because of you, Black Death,
My past, I just cannot adore.