I am separated for the benefit of my soul, and yours;
introvert, sheltering in place, for indeterminable hours,
by way of self-imposition, yet, reaching towards Heaven,
even beyond these confines, towards family and friends.
A complete year has passed, full circle since the proliferation
of coronavirus reached the shores of this once proud nation;
some brought to their knees in prayer, others stand in rebellion –
to all who will listen and receive carefully chosen words.
Awake from your slumber, for the time draws near,
later than we may have thought, the burden we must bear;
for the roots of modern day Babylon are being wrought,
as a new foundation is laid in place by the technocrats.
Acceptance of the new normal, will render us complacent,
while a promise of utopia is marketed by manufactured consent;
upon the ashes of society, the “building back better” trope
will usher in a brave new world, devoid of a soul.
The media purveys the call of the organizers of the lands,
who hold all of the cards in their multinational hands;
yet, mankind cannot transcend the problems of this world
without the divine guidance of the Ribono Shel Olam.