They surveyed my every mood They established surveillance Harshly punished defiance Had me locked up, well, for good
They forged ideas in my mind Had me believe I was blind Shaped me into a pariah Repeated they were the Messiah
Repeated for hours on end A virus had plagued the cell To this litany without end No one was safe, they could tell
Words echoed into my room We were either set for doom Or grateful to be rescued By their remedy, they cooed
My every step was measured Some rebelled, they were injured One mile is all we had left To run and not go bereft
While the media explained The pandemic knew no end They monitored our thinking A ceaseless, clueless talking
If you believed me to be Some prisoner in a facility Well, I am very sorry I am just, like you and me,
A human being in 2020...
11:23-11:40 pm Nancy
The idea of this poem came this morning from thinking about our situation during Covid 19, depicting it like a prisoner’s new habits. I will not state my views on this nor say whether or not I support the mainstream views. Poetry is all about creating a space for thinking and awakening.