The rot of satan's work

Be content

With the simplest things

Such a lesson from covid lockdowns

And a good philosophy to have

Whilst striving for better

Be content

With what we take so easily for granted

That so much is provided to us

For us

From God

And through Mother Nature

Endless forests

Skies of wonder

The warming sun

And the Spring of beauty

As the quiet flowers

Bring our souls to glee

And harvests of plenty

Each year

We hope and comes

From our simple efforts

And from what we stand upon

The shoulders of so many

So much too has come

From cold rock caves

To powered homes with internet and tv

Ample Water and hot baths

Foods of every kind beyond the raw slice of rotting wild game

Parks to walk in

Fashion

Reading glasses

Cars bikes and even boats

Books and films

And the memory of where once

The city was glowing

With arts and theatres and chefs cooked

Yet

If the power of satan grows

And evils within take control

All will be lost

Destiny crumbles into dustbin