Valley of Lonesome Masks
Oh, venerable mask on high!
You have replaced, my God, so do come nigh.
Of hand-sanitizers do I religiously sing.
No church, no God, I adore social distancing!
I will make wrong, all who wear no mask!
Label them as idiots or freaks ~is my latest task.
The government is my Higher Power now.
I have no time for you God, so take your leave and bow.
I gleefully forgot you already know the day I will die.
So media fear colors my rivulet of days, like sixties tie-dye.
Maybe I will trust you when this is over?
I doubt it though, since I let science and government
I adore, even more than my dog, Rover!
April 14, 2020
11am PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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