Political

Marvelous I cried, My social life has died, No more parties in my home, The meetings are all on zoom. No silly chit chat on and on With no idea what’s going on. The motorways are spooky calm Empty roads

If fear and paranoia grip you Then get them by the throat And shake the little bastards Till they give up hope. The world has not forgotten That you plundered every stream You stole its gold and minerals You’ve plundered

Covid Again That grim grey Covid door slammed shut again, Prisoners of our civilization locked into emptiness, confined Trapped where human words cannot be welcomed in, Where light, laughter, fun and company Are curses of another kind. To live alone

The Denial Game Denial is a culture it’s a whim without a name Denial is the only way to obviate the blame, Denial is the key to say I wasn’t there, or I didn’t know it happened, I didn’t really