Hazmat Habits Poem by John Sensele

Hazmat suits nowhere in sight
Fear and frenzy fondle the plight
They feel in wards teeming with debilitated dwellers
Screaming in pain surrounded by trembling revellers
Reality of despair hits
Not because they grow into misfits
As order in their social circles crumbles
Given governance grumbles and fumbles
Population peels from propaganda
Social media disseminates blaming the grim gander
For plotting to wipe out the human race
They accuse of abusing God's grace
As millions worldwide to coronavirus succumb
Sulking, sucking their thumb
Knowing not how fast vaccine
Tags along with miracle medicine
To save humankind from its folly
Lurking from cult to pronouncing themselves holy
Worshipping magicians
Self annointed prophets turned technicians
Who usurp Jesus pride of place
In hearts and minds too scared to care for the lace
They discard, fearing infection takes them away
The more repentance they delay
Until they manufacture hazmat suits
With fitting hermetic boots
To soothe the guilt
They feel under the quilt
Where death stalks
And fever pitch fear in the rear walks.