By: Cedric McClester

They are acting as if
We’re none the wise
That they’re killing us softly
With their lilies
While looking us
Straight In our eyes
And ignoring all
Of our furtive cries

The numbers are
Going up everyday
While they’re telling us
Everything’s okay
The Coronavirus
Will not stay
Although they cannot
Wish it away

They’re opening states
Up much too fast
As if the virus is
In our past
In essence they’re
Telling us to kiss their ***
As we find ourselves saying
Another funeral mass

A millionaire’s charm
He seems to be oozing
While all the while
Still refusing
To acknowledge
He’s heading for
A bruising
Yet there’s nothing that he hates
Worst than losing







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.