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Pandemic of Pandemics
Karl Constantine FOLKES 1935 (Portland)
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The existential crisis
That faces us all
In a world turned upside down,
With everything unstable.
Gender is questioned.
Identity uncertain.
Fluidity rules.
Nothing is stationary.
And all is chimerical.
The real pandemic
That faces humanity
Is loss of ourselves.
Egos now ruling fiercely
At sacrifice of psyche.
In this century,
Identity uncertain,
We face a crisis
With ego now so pompous,
Devoted to destruction.
Destruction of Self,
The core of our foundation,
Leaving mere shadows
That replace our own true selves,
Figures without images.
This pandemic,
Dangerously virulent,
Is a succubus,
Leaving us as walking ghosts,
Bereft of soul and spirit.
The “dead” among us,
All seek innocent victims,
Those full of spirit,
Like young children growing up —
Targets for a “Brave New World.”
We need to wake up
From this hideous nightmare,
Now our pandemic,
More hideous than others,
Destroying soul and spirit.
A voice of conscience
Appeals for us to listen,
To now turn inwards,
Where the Self is awaiting
To restore all to wholeness.
The real pandemic —
Pandemic of the ego:
Psyche co-opted
By coup d’etat of ego —
An existential crisis.
Where is discernment,
All blind and without seeing,
In this Brave New World
Of our pandemic making,
Our egos now inflated.
About this poem
Despite the raging, persistent worldwide prevalence of COVID-19, the real and more virulent pandemic of our modern age and civilization is the pandemic of the ego, diverged from psyche and out of balance with the order of nature.
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Written on May 31, 2022
Submitted by karlcfolkes on May 31, 2022
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Scheme | xaxxb xCxdb Edfdd dCaac xcxfx egaxh axhij ixexh xcakx Elxla gkjkx |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,311 |
Words | 267 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5 |
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