In Lockdown Days

Kevin Michael Bloor

There is no schooling anymore,

nor seeing friends we saw before.

For teachers, teaching’s tide is turning

and bridge to learning’s broke and burning.

 

There's no safe haven anymore,

no sanctuary on any shore

from savage storms and sea’s tsunamis,

and plagues, now marching in like armies.

 

There is no freedom anymore

locked down behind our own front door.

Our government, we know, is trying,

but truth they tell us sounds like lying!

 

There is no good news anymore,

just bad news, which begins to bore:

cruel cops and curfews, protest, pleading,

race-riot-rage, and black boys bleeding.

 

There’s no containing anymore

this virus; it's a senseless chore.

Of safe advice we're sick and tired;

we're restless, wrung out, worried, wired!

 

There is no hanging anymore

'round shops and parks; the world’s at war

with Covid-19’s cruel contagion,

mad mocker of the mighty nation.

 

There is no meaning anymore,

now dissonance does darken door.

And symmetry, that rhymed with reason,

has turned on us with traitor’s treason.

 

There is no laughter anymore,

just mocking mirth, and furthermore:

all joy just jangles like it’s joking;

good cheer, we cherished, now is choking.

 

There are no lovers anymore,

no god or goddess to adore.

The passion in our hearts is chilling;

our veins, with pestilence, is filling.

 

There is no future anymore;

an open grave’s the open door.

And hope, that dove of peace, is lying

in lockdown days, on deathbed dying.

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2020 05:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: For all those affected by Covid-19. We Thank God that He had mercy on us to enable us to recover.
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 44
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Poetics
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  • Accidental Poet

    Well penned Kevin. Yes these times are quite a mess. Who would have thought 40 or 50 years ago that we'd be dealing with what's going on in these last 4 months. But...at least we have poetry to help us cope with the world anew. Stay safe. AP.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Many thanks AP. Appreciate your taking the time. Yeah, strange days indeed!

    • Poetics

      This is very good. So sad it's born out of tragedy.



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