(each stanza is a Haiku)
We, the resistance,
are here, stationed on our couches
armed with our remotes.
Camouflaged in our
faded PowerPuff pajamas
and fuzzy slippers
We are determined.
Yes, we have evaded contact
and forsaken love.
We few, lay down such
as freedom for honest care
for our fellow man.
This is a CrAzY corona virus world we're "living" in - where you fight with your TV remote