When The Music's Over

"Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside"
- Jim Morrison


The propaganda of the panic spreading stations-
The endless death count- who is next to die?
The constant fear spreading through the nations
Of some disease that leaves them paralyzed.

Don't breathe on me, don't get too close, friend-
Just stay six feet away and wear a mask-
It is the law, it is the latest trend-
Just wash your hands with no questions asked.

Just be afraid of strangers, next-door neighbors,
For they contribute to somebody's final breath-
There's nothing to debate or to belabor-
Because your freedom is another's death.

Just stay at home and obey the orders
Of that good doctor, the government, the press-
Just watch your Netflix till you die of boredom-
And tell yourself that this is for the best.

Until you're tested, stamped and vaccinated,
Approved by CDC's clean bill of health-
You will be overjoyed and liberated-
Another cog in their utopian hell.


April 13,2020

Monday, April 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,health,tyranny
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