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.