The Poet’s Lament
The Plague Persistent
In the land of blind men
The one-eyed man is king
In the land of famine
Even stale bread is a feast
In the land of hatred
In the land of fear
In the land of ignorance
There is no king nor feast
For no food can satisfy
The empty heart
And no king can lead
The land of blind fools
Only the most vile of the wicked
Steal babies from mothers
To cage them with wolves
Only those twisted
By a leprous soul
Can kill for no reason
Other than melanin
The virus of evil men has become
A global pandemic
As of yet
Science has found no cure
dg
10/4/2020
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