2020
It was as if we received an unwanted grounding from the heavens above.
“No friends, no going out, no leaving the house” they said with a disgruntled gaze.
But what had we done so wrong, so foul, to deserve such a sentencing?
Was the bed not made before we tip-toed out past the guards of midnight?
Did we forget to kiss our partners before they embarked on another Tuesday morning commute?
Or did we talk back to the emotionless big men perched on stale thrones?
Do share with the group,
so sanctity can weasel itself back into place in this mad, mad world.
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