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Contagion

Some suffering does not aspire to the Buddha’s kind

When the pound shop closes which is an ominous sign

Thanks God the jewellers continue to open their doors

Angry unwashed masses are difficult enough to restrain

But the bored wealthy masters might spark a revolution

If their well-deserved tastes were deprived of some spark


Class divide remains the beautiful face of glitzy diversity

Yet the danger is looming right behind a deviant facade

The great leveller has arrived in waves of moribund joy

Corona the crown of infection threatens the status quo

Does not discriminate too much about measures of wealth

Still when cast in a grave marble shines brighter than wood



17th March 2020

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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