A Very Old Story

A Very Old Story
A world of words, maybe more, thickly built of aberrant statements, with no sound values
Here we go again, covid time is here again, tapping at our knees, knocking at our doors  
Claims of the past, older than the hills, echoing and re-echoing, are anything but true
Concepts and bodies rescued, safely docked, though minds still thousands of miles away

Tales that barbed into the mind, sticking in place, accepted through multitudes of years
Dodos, supposedly sitting ducks, overweight, clueless, and clumsy, evolutionary errors
But it was hard to catch, with strong legs, lived millions of years, twas people that did it in
Imported rodents and farm animals, ate and killed the Dodos, living the settlers dream  
Successful, it's demise invented by humans, always too happy to use animals as stand ins

Whoever controls the spice, controls the universe, let everyone speak at once, discordant
Whoever controls space, controls the planet, his idea of free speech is yelling fire in a theater
Civilized men took away all elders lands, because they didn't have printed ownership deeds
What was printed all by hand, was destroyed by enlightened ghouls, posing as souls
Even today they sit on lands once thought worthless, still fighting for their rights of survival

Thoughts come and go, lightning fast, raising ripples and ripsaws across the thin skull skin
Covid only wants a place to live, as it settles in, a virus, as a messenger, should we kill it
All that has happened, has simply speeded up life, we were doing that anyway, nothing new
Only now there's a free and easy way to slip a step, stumble a life, fall short, hit the wall hard
Those with books and instruments of time, divided lands, now covid aims to do the same