Story telling was one of my early past times and during this COVID-19 induced lockdown I have had a chance to go through some of my old written materials. I came across the short poem below titled "The world around me", composed in 1993. Today, I am twice as old as I was then but am struck by how some of the observations remain relevant to the present day.
The world around me
Throbbing and pumping, hearts aching
Burning and sweating, bodies hurting
Splitting headaches, nerves wrecking
Can’t even sense the mind clicking
Problems and troubles, people grumbling
Rivers drying, dry thunder rumbling
Prices rising, income dwindling
Growling, howling and incessant mumbling
Homeless kids street roaming
Dangerous thugs gun totting
Night ladies disease spreading
Our values surely rotting
Jobs ending and firms closing
Only the coffin business booming
Endless conflicts, the innocent dying
Dark clouds of death ever looming
It’s a world ready to explode
Be careful, be strong, you may still survive
