Remembering Covid19
He wants to start Victory’s band,
Stops on seeing discouraging hand:
The band’s for a purpose, not fun;
At them is still pointed a gun…
Somebody is smoking his brand;
To ask for the half-smoked not grand.
He is their Great Chief’s second son,
Already out and above Sun…
The gun’s bullets sing “Wait! Wait! Wait!”
For a long bolted market gate
Against a killer Pandemic
Still doubted by some Academic…
Not passing today: Decision
Or a riot with precision...
And it’s, yes, no mere suspicion
Co-Vid will like an incision.’’
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