Harsh
restrictions our lives blight
We
suntan but with faces white
In
sweaty mask ...
Too
leery to troll round the sales
Too
hot to hike on nature trails
The
Grand-Place flower carpet fails!
What
next? We ask...
Day
travel in this August heat
In
crowded trains without a seat
With beach police on
sandy beat
Does
not inspire;
Our
social bubble shrunk to five
To
keep our joie de vivre alive
We
dine al fresco to survive
And
still perspire!
Hunt
for a vaccine now dictated
Frantic
research syncopated
Commercial
profit keenly waited
But
for whom?
Though
worldwide people are at pains
To
find a cure for COVID strains
The
bald and ugly fact remains
Few answers loom!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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