Quarantine Poem #1

Government mandate to wait

Fate put on hold.

You can shout, but make sure it’s indoors.

And wipe down the air where

Your aerosol scream

Made invisible contact

Or risk death to those

Passing where the wind blows

Uncertainty.

Stare at curtains

Make some tea.

Write something down from the life you once had where the world was full of possibility.

I went from constant stimulus,

To where the only stimulus I might get

Is from the government.

Every aspect of my life

Is now controlled.

Was it always?

Was everything in my life a distraction from the true reality: Every man woman and child is powerless in the face of tragedy?

Land of the free… Where? Not where I be.

I’m a slave to information

Knowledge is power,

so if the knowledge I have access to gain

is restrained and framed

as a propaganda claim:

I am powerless.

A flower blooms where it’s planted.

My emotions like storms passing though

I can’t control what I am

But I control what I do

So where I am rooted,

And the cerebral clouds that be,

Mustn’t deter my growth

Or wash me away.

Mustn’t sicken my sinew

Or cause me to fray.

My environment’s polluted with fear,

Dusted with uncertainty,

And rife with doubt,

But I have no other choice but to sprout.

So I will shout

I am a product of YOU America

I grew from your stolen land

And fed from your selective hand.

What are you going to DO America?

Give us a choice

Or give us a plan.