Epidemic
The rush of emotion,
The thud of adrenaline,
Amidst the commotion,
Scouting for medicine,
Those who speak, keep others in line,
Patience they say and all will be fine,
Those who seek, know things won’t easily resolve,
Eagerly scurrying to make it dissolve,
Official alerts keep people in check, informing them of what is allowed,
as unwarranted announcements dangerously mislead the crowd,
Reluctantly people stay meters apart and follow orderly entry,
Confusion, melancholy, as you walk on streets that are now completely empty,
Time drains endurance, and claustrophobia re-emerges as psychotic fears,
Supplies are torn from shelves as viciously as panthers strike deers,
Once again returning to the cage you call home, concealing, to avoid this pain,
Isolation is a temporary unprecedented solution, slowly driving us all insane,
Whilst frustration builds up, heart pounds, pulses race,
Families blind-sided, the grief, and longing for their embrace,
Others conspire against the data and graphs,
Throwing caution aside for barely a few laughs,
Amidst those affected by this cruel wave of tyranny,
The delusional rascals, mock and make of it a parody,
As long as time may feel like it drags on, alas,
A year then another does pass,
Technology advances, protection now attainable,
Whilst acknowledging that objection is no longer sustainable,
Hypocrisy at its finest, a political charade,
Restrictions persist, riots parade,
life then appears to go back to the norm,
yet this false sense of security is the calm before the storm,
Just as we reach a historic milestone,
Another variant, another unknown,
the internal struggle that is not addressed,
the emotional trauma now suppressed,
although it tore apart, it also brought humanity together,
Prevention is a start, the battle does feel to drag on forever.
Copyright © Maria Kyriacou | Year Posted 2022
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