Streptococcal Bacteria

We slept during the hours of the night And are awoken as the lights come on He watches over us bathed in white No intervention, he is withdrawn From our society in this global containment As he watches our race produce Maybe we’re just here for his entertainment We live for him I deduce As I sit and wonder More questions I devise About the skies I’m under And his watching eyes Have you ever thought about your race’s existence? I have ever since I was young I begin to question the need for persistence In all the people I stand among Mama speaks of the past How far back does it go? Same questions others have asked No one seems to know She hands me a “good book” Passed down year to year Traditions, tales, take a look It may help to make things clear The ground one day came into being The book says we were devised from the ground The stories create a purpose or meaning But they never mention why. Never wrote it down Why create the race? Why get started in the first place? As I sit in this petri dish, I just wish I knew.