March 21, 2019Poem
Coronaviral
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Coronaviral
A slough of despond
Accompanies
The broken economy
Restriction of liberty
Baby boomers
In isolation
Old strollers
Ditched
High rollers
Struggle to pass the test
No difference
Between them and all the rest
Waiting inline
For permission
To shop
Before they drop
Did nobody watch
An apocalyptic movie
To prove how easy
It is
To bring the whole house down
When panic
Is a stronger response
To fear than logic
The vulnerable
Become anarchic
Without access to power
Even the weak
Demand the right
To fight
For life.