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
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