Disclaimer- This poem was written last year, before the corona virus pandemic struck. Kindly ignore anything that seems like a prediction of this unprecedented time because I did not see this coming and neither did we. Also, Ignore my  grammar.

"The World spins round and round but is careful not to make a sound,

Humans they say are the most impressive species ever found

That is so not true because how then did thousands of this specie become bloodhounds?

The World spins round and round but is careful not to make a sound.

The Earth, They say has a system of birth and death

Every human once dead by various tragedies and buried to the ground,

They are born as a different being and to that circle they are bound.

Why then is one particular soul repeatedly tormenting humanity, 

Even after their end in someone else's form being found?

The World spins round and round but is careful not to make a sound.

If there is one thing that humans should learn it is to never trust blindly,

Once you fall into a cloud,

You don't realise you're not there willingly but you have been bound,

The World Spins round and round but is careful not to make a sound.

Statistics and numbers take over humanity, Evidence and proof swarms the media,

Practicality is preached in every Province,

Yet when the time comes for the sinners to be found,

The World spins round and round but is careful not to make a sound.

The same methods, the same beliefs, the same mentality is all around,

The World spins round and round but is careful to never make a sound."