COVID-19
will be
a most
wonderous movie.
Wonderous,
not wonderful.
The oblivious beginning,
where
life
was still something
called
'as we knew it'.
A society
that was crumbling in
on themselves,
delirious with issues
and selfishness,
making their own boundaries,
letting dark emotions
run wild.
And that would be the part
where everything was okay.
The few smiles
would turn
to coughs,
to wheezes,
to tense frowns,
wide eyes,
noses
covered by
masks.
Home,
somewhere
everyone wants
to stay,
turns into
personal
prisons.
Lives are taken,
and not
just of the ones
that die.
The news
will blare
on every TV,
visible or not,
the graphs,
the maps,
the charts
always
there
on every single
screen.
People will say
the world stopped.
That's wrong, of course.
It was the end of
'life as we knew it',
but it was the
dramatic,
spontaneous,
unpreparable
beginning
of what was
to happen.
Humans
fall prey
to a
microscopic
virus.
Someone
watching this movie
later on in time
will snort
and say,
"Pathetic."
In ways,
we were.
How
did a global dilemma
lead
to racism,
stereotypes,
anger,
torment,
pain,
as if there wasn't
already
enough of all that?
The watchers
will wonder about
the unanswered question
long
after the movie
ends.
Who knows?
That could lead
to conflict of its own.
There will be
a full cast
of doctors
and nurses,
police officers,
leaders,
politicians...
Even the infected.
But I suppose
the most popularly
ridiculed
characters
will be the ones
that complained
that their world
had ended
while they were
'stuck'
safe
at home.
Wonderous.
I wonder how it ended.
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