Is it asthma, is it covid?

For a whole year we lived to hide

Yet some of us are still stuck inside

Afraid to step into the light

I watched the drama on tv

In three parts on sly T V

A tale of fiction for all see

As if none of us were there to see

 

Millions dead, betrayed and forgotten

As if our minds have all gone rotten

Spoiled by the debris of our own loneliness

Still hiding in our memories of that barrenness

 

The fools on the hill paraded so proudly

As if they thought they could hide so stoutly

Telling us how to live and breath

A sight to be seen to be bereaved 

 

It seems sometimes I'm the only one who cares still

Cautiously parading a blue mouth for some 'thrill'

When memories still haunt 

As the death count still taunts