The Sun Rises On a Crisis

The dazzling sun outside on the rise The doctor through his teeth lies Cause of death, a newly crowned virus Making fools of the best of us They know little; we know a little less Whatever got us into this fine mess? A dysfunctional health system gone awry Our people, in the sun, to fry The ruling class to the rescue quick To broker deals for the sick They came out richer and how After milking dry, the donor cow Schools closed, small enterprises too The official crisis response we rue The epidemic out of control rages Midst our plunging wages