Monday, June 8, 2020

Not You

As I watch
What was my life
Crumble to dust
Under the crush of pandemic life
All the rules
Ride the wind
Of social justice
The streets are packed
From pillar to post

As those who lead
Ignore my plight
Saying "not you"
Pointing to the doorway
Marked poverty

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