The Virus Bites
The virus bites
I was going to my cardiologist tomorrow
her secretary rang and said it was not needed
the doctor would call me at noon.
I know as she, that I’m at an age where
if I get the virus the likelihood of survival is slim.
I know she will urge not to go out for weeks
I agree but will not obey totally.
As I write this Macron is speaking, he stresses
the importance of industry must survive.
Those who have nowhere to go, sleeping out,
will most likely not survive this is not spoken
of but it is there and the idea of this
Is not of concern, but we cannot say this,
we are humans and every life are equally vital.
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