Life or Money?

by Milly Hayward   Feb 23, 2021


Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling
Seems there can be no respite
When death looms without warning

Too many bodies stacking up
Grief grinds our faith to dust
Where is hope in this dark gloom
When people lack all trust?

Is this the prophesy of doom
That Christians foretold of old?
Is this the end of all we know
Or is it just lies missold?

Should we fight for every breath
Cling to all we think we need?
Or should we close our eyes, give in
And pray for death with speed?

Seems to me whilst some are saved
End the lockdown is the cry
It's an argument for life or money
Which reflects that more could die

Oh how I long for days gone by
When people cared for each other
Now they think just me, me, me
And would even stab their brother

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  • 13 hours ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    So much despair in this poem. The truth is, this pandemic is killing us. If we don't end up being one of the many in the morgue, our minds will twist into unrecognisable wrecks. I know i have joked about zombies, but some people do seem fixated on the end of lockdown that yes, they would rush this and ignore that their blindness could cause the death of their brother!

    Well said, Milly. It is nice to have you back. :)

  • 3 days ago

    by Brenda

    Hello Milly, a telling piece for sure. It truly does show what happens when we are not allowed to travel freely about. This pandemic has pushed our sanity to breaking points. Well done, I hope you are weathering these storms safely and ok...hugs-

  • 3 days ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A sad picture of the times, truthfully painted.

  • 3 days ago

    by Everlasting

    This poem reflects what’s going on now a days. It’s well written. It makes one wonder about today’s situation. It makes me wonder if the lockdowns are driving people crazy? If people are being stripped out of their sanity? But it could just be their personalities though. We have introverts and extroverts. Introverts are having a better time if they stay home (of course depends how crowded their home is) and vice versa. If there are more members in a household, may be the extroverts are having a better time? Who knows. Realistically speaking, i think no one is really having a good time. The poem shows the dilemma in which we are currently living - life or money.

    Thank you for sharing

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