many hugs that I can't give
this horrible virus hanging thick
spreading far and very quick
fires rage the mountainside
up and down with ease it glides
people marching, killing, looting
while the laws they are diluting
copious people lose their way
while innocent ones are those that pay
lawless streets, best stay at home
as day and night the cites are roamed
too much strife to worry about
peace will come I have no doubt
this crazy year took a wrong turn
history repeats; they haven't learned
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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