This Virus

This virus, 

Which we oh so call a sin. 

Was just a way of Lord, 

To fix the sins we did.

 

He never said that building our fine art was wrong. 

But tearing down his own art to make our own, was a sin to take care of. 

Why cut down something that gives us peace, 

It gives us a feel now not there. 

Sights of white birds flying through the sky were very rare, 

Yet now we see them everywhere. 

We cut a tree to build a building, 

While we could just build amongst them.

Wouldn't it be oh so nice, 

To wake up and see, a beautiful sunrise amongst the trees? 

He never meant to take so many lives, 

But if he wanted to fix the ruckus we made, 

That was the price. 

Yet we go out and roam around, 

Videos going viral of people who stepped out of their house. 

We could go down for a walk, 

But at least wear a mask. 

No one wears them, and that's how we are dying. 

I see people walking by, 

Old people and kids, 

without a mask. 

But that is not what you should see, 

They are risking their lives, not us. 

Look up at the clear sky, 

go to your terrace or window, 

And look at the mountains miles away. 

I guarantee you,

you are going to see something you might not have. 

Something you call a rare sight, 

But now yet a common one. 

Look up at the sky in the night, 

And see many stars which were hidden behind clouds of pollution. 

We all have been taught about hydropower, 

And we all know that a hydro car can be made. 

This is Lord's way of telling us, 

That the world should be kept this way. 

A few vehicles here and there, 

Going somewhere we can't say. 

I'm sure it hurts him that one of his creations, 

Is killing the others, animals, and plants we kill. 

And now he is killing us, 

To make us feel our own sins. 

To also fix our sins and open our eyes, 

To look at the world we ruined. 

Now look at this world, 

Wherever you are, 

Look around. 

Don't you see it? 

Birds all around you,

Even on your window grill. 

Singing a song, 

Which only they can shrill. 

The wind carrying a certain rhythm, 

Gushing all around. 

The sunset, sunrise and the night, 

Telling a story we can read. 

Spread this in your own way, 

Let this message of a song spread the news. 

This virus is teaching, 

Telling us that this is supposed to be the world, 

And how it should be. 

That the way the world is right now, 

Is how it should be forever. 

Development is not a bad thing, 

But don't kill creations that were made by our creator.