Catastrophic Failure
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
I know how scared some folks feel, I share their fear:
they're out of work and running short of money.
And it takes all their strength to hold back a tear:
when only last month, their futures looked sunny.
And then the coronavirus arrived here,
and people died; it's no joke; it's not funny.
I've been self-quarantined for four weeks at home,
frightened by the coronavirus syndrome.
Our once-bustling city looks unoccupied;
shadows scurrying about at their peril.
Rejecting the stringent rules that were applied:
some still won't wash their hands to keep them sterile.
But, to safely restart the economy,
we need to regulate some autonomy.
Yet this catastrophic failure of healthcare
begs the question: was big business not aware?
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment