Didn't mean to make this a Corona Virus thing...
I wanted it to be vague enough to read it in several ways. I’ll keep trying that, but this is what came out. I start with something small: a word, a thought, a phrase, and then just let it flow. I allow it to have a mind of its own. Nothing spoils my poetry more than assuming I’m smarter than it. So here’s where I ended up...
My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
Go ahead and tell your lies
While the common man just dies
Doctor, can you see me?
This pain, Lord, can you free me?
They said it wasn’t real
But that’s not how I feel
Preacher, can you save me
My own beliefs betrayed me
The righteous path to follow
Now seems too fake to swallow
My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
It’s so clear that you lied
My neighbor, the “patriot,” just died
My family, please forgive me
It was just reality TV
It turned right on a dime
I’ve squandered all our time
Journalists, you knew it
Looked away and blew it
You’re coughing but it’s too late
It’s hate, it’s fate, it’s just click-bait
My fury did have bounds
I’m buried in the ground
You’re left to deal with lies
And the cries
While someone else slowly dies