Lock Down Fears

A very good morning to all my fans, My uplighters, my blossom, an add on to my faithful viewers amongst my midst in a pandemonium world: While the bush fire continues out west in Brooklyn streets, we still wish for mango trees, Instead of the many visible dumpsters, Our Netflix, our prime videos, Our, You Tubes channel streaming, while Some represent modern times, the others have just The right touches for one’s loneliness in lockdown towns, In all of our troubled days of depression, *The vast new reports of shunning, is uprising my fans* How the world copes with madness, and death Per day, as the world spin faster, and faster, To a never-ending dilemma, But somehow, the richest demand more gold, While the low renter, begs the government for help.. *The roses and the lilies talk of art and also of love.** At the summit conferences what really do they talk about? Under the various mask faces? A very good morning to all my fans, My uplighters, my blossom, a add on to my Faithful viewers amongst my midst in a pandemonium world: This is not poetry, only observations my friends.