Grandma Behind Glass
Stay home now, we cannot see you!
It's the new rage, this Virus-Mania.
You may as well exist in far away
Mauritania!
Sure, we understand you might die soon!
You're up in years, headed for God and the moon.
But you must understand, we were told if we saw
you, we might infect you and you may die.
So, you get no hugs, no kisses~nothing.
Just read or watch the paint peel on
your walls.
Now stop those pitiful,tearful waterfalls.
No, no there is no Church anymore.
Get it, Grandma? The Commandments are gone.
The governors have the keys to churches and
have overthrown your old fashioned God.
*Masks and vaccines, oh yes, are what we truly adore.*
You old folks are just huge burdens to us.
We'd prefer getting high on sex parties or on
That great party bus!
Your grandkids cannot with other children play,
Till we vaccinate their healthy bodies with poison, Ole!
You may as well, know the truth, Granny.
We plan to segregate you from the human family.
In fact, perhaps get rid of all over 65.
After all, what good are you?
Of little or no use to humanity.
Oh, stop sniveling please!
You can see us on FaceTime, yes!
To see, but not touch and so sorry!
No Last Rites or priests for you.
We only want the young in our Technological,
Scientifically, safe, sound, human Zoo!
May 14, 2020
4pm PST
Poem# 1267
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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