The Wastings Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Wastings

Above me noon and the city
racial tensions
and the Chinese,
backlash,

airborne droplets,
CCP virus,
invisible death's
pathogens,

Baring down
upon earth's
hapless netizens,

Thousands
have perished,
because of unrestrictive,
international,
air travels,
borders crossing,

Millions are infected,
Especially the old,
with weakened
immune systems,

The hospitals beds
are fully booked
incapacitated
Medical doctors,
and masked nurses,
overwhelmed,
are fighting the deadly
pandemic,

About me is this
sheltered home,
and self quarantine,

Pandemonium
and surreal fiction.

Asymptomatic
death squads of friends
relatives and zombies,

Anyone can be suspect
carrying,
the disease.
with no cure,

Until a vaccine is found,
billions on this planet Earth,
isn't safe from this,
wastings,