Bones

In these moments of external crisis
We ought to show kindness

You ought to feel blessed
For you have a better present than them

Suddenly most of you are obsessed with
Sharpening your body
No you just view it as an outlet

You must figth to protect
Conquer your demons
Win your internal wars

Oh, must we all be victims of your rather titanic stupidity?
You bombarding our "feed" with vain selfies as to promote what?

Ignorant, fraud or void ?

This self-preservation is not a cage
You should not feel petrified to be left with
thy self

If such an insecurity comes thy way
Note creature that
A virus won't kill you

At last

Death will fall upon your gluttonous soul