Survive

Strapped to bed,

locked in our heads.

A Democracy led,

by colors of red.

Watching the time,

pass us by.

Will we finally choose to do something right,

or continue to face our ultimate demise?

A name so tonic,

and all too ironic.

Is it Coronavirus,

or survival of the fittest?

We have lost ourselves,

in the demands of the world.

A system that sends our Men to war,

and that makes sure our Women stay good little girls.

All of a sudden dying is new,

while healthcare faces its ultimate doom.

No more economy to show us a "boom,"

even our food is running low too.

Yet we still seem to pray,

to go back to past days.

Validating only our familiar ways,

living simply without - the restraint of Covid-19.