Mar 2020
Stay at home not to catch the disease
- I want to walk and work
Go back home not to spread the disease
- I want to fill one fork
Do like a mule, you end up in jail
- At least the last offer
A daily ounce of corn there and no mail
- At least I less suffer
- I want to walk and work
Go back home not to spread the disease
- I want to fill one fork
Do like a mule, you end up in jail
- At least the last offer
A daily ounce of corn there and no mail
- At least I less suffer
This poem reflects the situation of people confined at home by order, because of CoronaVirus – COVID-19 – without food in store, no money to shop in opened supermarkets, and no public aid!
