the world crazy for all to see,
people burn through days,
hoping the future better,
but no guarantees,
healthy or ill,
disease, uncontrolled through the eons,
people sick and die everyday,
every hour,
yet this year,
humanity hides,
and takes cover,
death will not recognize us,
we have masks,
we will hide,
death will not find us,
locked in our houses,
burning through the days.
Doug Polk.
Great poem describing 2020 response to a virus.
Comment by Anthony J Polk on 12 December, 2020 at 6:50 pm