YESTERDAY ONCE MORE

The days when we heard the song

Of the bird will be gone

The quiet now filled with the sound of grotesque public lust

And dog eating dog, a must

To survive today

Because yesterday Is non-existent in the modern world

The thrill

Of a bird's existence once again replaced by the till

Ping and rattle

The virus that

A bat

Created once again dormant

So the world again dips like a cormorant

Into the sea

Of the free

Called ignorance because it is bliss

And gorge on the fish called selfishness

This is the lifelong killer

We have been infected by, the horror

We live with daily

It was suppressed

For a while as many confessed

Their guilt at their lust for self supremacy

Democracy

Returned

But modern today

Will soon drown the old yesterday

Its comeback short and brief

Its honest grief

Once again replaced by the gregarious

Desire for a careless

Click of a button service

Of delivery on demand, whatever the cost

Respect for each other again lost

To yesterday once more

The world infected with a cynical self interest to the core

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written in the Poetry Factory room of soul searching 25th May 2020.

As an introvert this eventual return to the modern world is filled with a fear of the self-centred mantra will return.