Isolation Is the Enemy of Mankind
Staying at home more than fourteen days
is unbearable and boring trying to find ways
to cope with a quarantine which is a mandate hated
by human nature so uncomfortably maneuvered.
Isolation is the enemy of Mankind,
only monks and nuns can lead such a solitary life;
a lockdown is a short life sentence without any crime,
and although we seem free to roam in a restricted space:
four walls do little justice to a spirit that's crucified,
unable to move in places not authorized.
Some breakaway with arrogance and defiance;
no excuses are accepted if they are fabricated,
many go insane and being daily monitored on their liberties:
they choose suicide to end their existence at the highest price.
Isolation is the enemy of Mankind,
it's a huge sacrifice to be quarantined;
will we be able to contain and defeat this deadly pandemic?
Who will record it in the History books: if nobody survives?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2020
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