Panic at the Pandemic!

In days of sadness,
In days of loss
We share our problems,
But at what cost?

Why then so careless
Do we care less,
We want our freedom
But is it best?

We mask our feelings
But not our face,
We think the unthinkable
Will not take place.

What fiend beguiles us
To selfish ways
What anger riles us
Are these ‘normal days’?

There’s no returning
Despite our yearning
The forward motion
O’er rule emotions

With social distance
Alone, together
We try resistance
To viral weather.

And yet by breathing
Not cautious living
We spread contagion
So unforgiving.

It fells the old ones
It fells the young
It fells the strong ones
And it’s not done.

A plague has fallen
On all the land
Without a vaccine
We shall not stand.

No use pretending
That all is well,
While our much loved nation
Goes straight to hell.

BW3 7/22/20