Life In the Time of Corona

I wonder how it will spin? When they tell of that spring. Eyes will meet with a nod and a wink In keeping their lies in sync. Grandkids will tweet About the time in the street When no one came out Neither whisper nor shout I wonder how would it spin If enough of us knew The political poison They feed us by spoon. Six feet apart in A line to the booth The people, enslaved, Memorized the truth. Some ran saying change the guard.. I wonder how it will spin If the facts are ever sewn in? Of how they avoided a war By diverting our thought With a global pandemic That kept those in power Feeding scraps from their table In the shape of a dollar. Clockwise for sure For time must march on And the thoughts of the disillusioned Are censured, then gone.