Until Death Does Part
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020
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