Sonnet of the Week — June 27, 2020
The Future Must Belong to Us
Events have transpired, and nearly preclude
Small things like smiles and kisses and poems.
A sense of loss and helplessness exudes.
Covid prevails, in our cities and homes.
Some people are bored, and others are scared.
This cursed virus, it seems, knows no real bounds.
Small acts—distance and masks—make us prepared,
Non-compliance by fools simply astounds.
One day, when history has had its say,
Ego and ignorance may have prevailed.
“Dolt and His Toadies Trump the U.S.A.”
Headlines and books could lament The Betrayal.
All we can do til that day, my brother,
Is mask up and try to love one another.