Lockup Cell Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

In this prison, the doors remain open
But, if I put my foot outdoors, my jailer waits
This air outside is polluted with the virus
Inside my four-wall the smell of disinfectant
Reeks each room similar to an operating theatre
It is an ongoing sentence, hour by hour, day by day
Will I get this taint, or will it bypass me and let me be?
Every time it seems to begone, it returns full blast
The world is at a lost for it cannot prevent it span
Mighty men fall under its spell, it still sweeps along
It distinguishes life on its journeys through the earth
like a malignant cancer incurable as it takes its toll
expelling out droplets that polluted the air we breed
Rubbing out the existence of the human race
Is this another hell on earth for the sins of the fathers?