I wasn’t there 

And can’t imagine

The fear the death, the hopeless crowding

The sick the dying the poor the crying

The black abyss that swallowed all

The world aghast the smoke, the pall

 

Just writing this it makes me sick

At mankind’s filth, at mankind’s tricks.

 

No more, forever, we must avert

We must be vigilant we must be  alert

But slips unseen around the side 

The Reaper coaxes , creeps and rides

 

And now a handful memories strong

They speak to us but not for long

We must remember and not forget

Those poor poor souls marched to their death.

 

27/01/2022. 22:10- 22:38