I
I used the brown wheat flour from ten days ago
Made my own bread, chapati or Indian roti
'cause I will not stand in lines for food anymore
My students heard the advice: raise some food, veggies
Twice now, I picked "wild spinach" that made great dinners
II
At our supermarkets, we're spreading germs galore
Queuing two hours before, then latecomers push hard
When doors open, bodies and germs mix in furor
Why isolate, then queue without police presence
To enforce social distancing, but not for food?
III
Nations stop the travelers flying ... riding in
Good, but there are the food-store weak spots - "virus lines"
One would think we would know this, from Christmas madness
How much more now, when shoppers come from far and wide
As sheep we need The Rod and Staff, the State must see!
Categories:
wild spinach, africa, bullying, christmas, confusion,
Form: Prose Poetry