Pandemic Division
Father ignores the pandemic by drinking from the flask.
Brother is yelling he won’t wear a mask.
Mother is rolling her eyes, feeling news-reel deceived.
Sister has had her vaccine and is greatly relieved.
Cousin came home from a funeral stamping her feet.
Wearing a mask would have made her feel off beat.
She left in a huff, yelling mean things to the others.
Church staff, minister, and sixty old grandmothers.
Grandma is holed up in her room, not answering her door.
This pandemic is making the whole world sore.
Uncle Henry says the Covid 19 is a lie and a hoax.
He’s on a ventilator now, dying with a bunch of other folks.
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