A Pandemic, No Mystic Poem by John Sensele

In times of distress
Not your duty nor mine
To increase stress
Redesign or social order undermine

Pull together
Unite efforts in the same direction
As sister and brother
At the intersection of introspection

To live and see tomorrow
In the light of the pandemic
That on us lumbers sorrow
We fear like an epidemic

Beyond which lies hope
A better life
A quality scope on the bliss slope
Far away from the strife

We won't survive
If we don't impose social distance
In the expectation we arrive
To a normal circumstance

Play and pray together again
As we used to in the past
Where with one another we bargain
For pleasure and leisure that last

So long as we stay indoors
Minimizing infection risk
Instead of roaming outdoors
Where covid nineteen awaits us on a disk.