Corona
Are you feeling alright..?
Life here goes on the same.
Reality is our daily fright.
'Nothings Real' - our favorite game.
Don't want shipped off to Quarantine.
Refusing to be the guinea pigs.
Avoid this world on the guillotine.
The falling tree shall crush it's lesser twigs.
Beckoning wide are doors to Hell.
The safest place is hunkered down.
If think you're sick you shouldn't tell.
Evade the straps of gagged and bound.
You, yourself, became the gun.
The elite have chosen you to kill.
They have studied, tested, - already won.
Death's by worry of the if and when - until.
March 12, 2020
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2020
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