The Quiet Assassin — the fight for our lives

Tension palpable, one can cut it with a knife

As the quiet assassin glides with unfettered ease,

Wreaking mayhem, misery and strife,

Choosing victims from anyone he sees.

No border, boundary, wall to hold

This wily master of his trade,

His mere presence causing misery untold,

Scant protection from his voracious blade.

We can but hold our loved ones tight

In private prayer and contemplation,

Hoping, wishing with all our might

To yet defeat this aberration.

Is this punishment deserved,

Are we the ones to hold the blame

For having nature so disturbed,

For playing God in all but name.

Do we now reap what we have sown,

Our failing clear for all to see,

Could we truly not have known

And simply left our Earth just be.