Corona Is
"CORONA IS"
the virus now
and at night
mothers hold their young.
I sit in front of this
typewriter,
inside these walls and
remember all those times
this has happened before.
all the years the paranoid
said they were right.
all the years the vigilantes
hid indoors.
all the years the fear
drove us to mental suicide.
as one gets older,
you see the same things
repeat:
hatred, love and yes,
even control.
yet we still breathe,
still engage in coitus,
still laugh
still confuse ourselves
and ask why the cat
roams the street.
the foolish never catch
the ferris wheel
rolling away.
the smart know the
sun will never dim.
and even if it does,
we'll all be long
gone leaving behind
confusion for those
born after us.
we live by the virus now
and no one has seen the
virus has already
completed it's work.
confusion...
man's greatest weakness.
we don't remember years,
only moments.
we are only competing
against ourselves with
no win available.
in these moments of the
virus,
the world is using confusion
to fight fear.
too young to burn,
they'll remember the year
of the corona.
too young to die,
I'll remember the moment
the world fought a fight
that
wasn't
worth
fighting.
by: Chicano Eddie
3.13.20
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2020
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