Lockdown
imprisoned in one’s own home —
fear of the masses’ mind
the old stretch out to the skies —
passing sweeter clouds as they pass on
as the young adults squeeze on
masks, their disguise, sore afraid
they coat themselves in gel —
head to foot disease, not one sneeze
one thinks, or rather surrenders to skittish instinct:
— don’t look their way, don’t touch their hand
watch out for the industrial strength keg
of Lysol spray, right in your eyes...aimed at your heart
I’ve seen better ways amidst the pews, the chosen few
— who continue to love inside and outside the doors
Hey, you — wash hands, yes do. Suds them up, rinse
for at least twenty seconds. Yessiree, stay home
if you’re sick. be conscientious...heck, be conscious!
stay off cruises for now. don’t gather in claustrophobic crowds
now i know someone is thinking about the sanctimonious one
— surely some in the masses love their fellow man just like me
i hope you ALL do. no one wants to feel like a leper,
get murder threats, feel isolated by mankind —
it could be you, so be kind…be kind...be kind!
— please be kind
3/10/2020
*My daughter witnessed an ugly scene at work yesterday.
I pray my lovely poet community loves their community!
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