Midweek Review
The Rational Cure
By Lynn Ockersz
He cracks the whip,
Handing people Unkind Cuts,
But a blur is all He can make out,
As He walks in zigzag swagger,
From one crisis to another,
Quite at the end of His wits,
But why the ferocious Black Death,
Cannot be brought to an end,
Ought to be plain to see,
For, He is bowing in fright,
Before phantoms of His mind,
And not giving Reason and Science,
The eminent places due to them,
In the ordering of earthly life.