Our novel

America has never been weaker or in such danger.

You can think of this
pandemic as an novel
slowly unfolding.

We are characters
caught up in the plot - we're the
heroes and cowards.

We bring our desires,
educations, biases and
social reflexes.

All the small sins and
great vanities of mankind
have a home in us.

The challenges we
face, in chapters yet turned
would scare the angels.

Will, we, the people,
psychologically flinch
in this, our great hour?

If so, expect no
Crispian Day speech of legend
to mark our passing.

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Mr. D]

America has been weak for a long time. The whole world is weak. PC has crept in and destroyed things. The only pandemic in our world right now is fear and it shows daily.

[anais.vionet]

No, I think there's a germy pandemic.. it's been in the news?

[Mr. D]

Well, yes, there is that one too...but it is not the only one...

[anais.vionet]

And there's a pandemic of pessimism... know anything about that?

[Mr. D]

*shrug* I see the realities of life. If that makes me pessimistic, oh well. Sweeping stuff under the rug is not my way.