Rituals End Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A neighborhood gathering,
Of folks meeting to chat.
A ritual ending.
Just like that!

In these 'social distant' times.

Holidays awaiting and anticipating parades.
No more to view.
A diseasing epidemic.
Has taken away those days we knew.

In these 'social distant' times.

Masks are worn.
And people are warned,
Not to touch each other.
Or come close to breathe.

In these 'social distant' times.

People are finding they have been quarantined.
To protect themselves.
From whatever that means.
And if this pandemic is as serious as 'they' say,
Why is it everyday...
They are closer together than packed sardines.
Explaining to the people,
The importance of 'social distance'.
And the benefits of it to all it brings.

This new ritual introduce makes no sense.
Like this 'novel' pandemic.
Mysteriously created.
Why and how?
With no capable to produce valid evidence.
Always it is the animals accused to blame.
But not one of them is a scientist.
Where have they been?
Couldn't they stop this pandemic to end?

In these 'social distant' times.
Creating death and the loss of minds.