A lockdown poem.
Former liberties taken for granted
Time now moves in altered form;
Worried thoughts lie deeply planted,
Delta sounds a fearful horn.
Premier speaks with nervous words,
Virus thrives on human herds.
Empty streets and closed up shops,
Facial masks for all and one;
Normal life completely stops,
Zoom is like a “smoking gun”.
Lonely hearts and broken dates,
Groceries come in cardboard crates.
Numbers climb and churn more grief,
Nurses brace and face the battle;
Doctors work without relief,
The media chirps with endless prattle.
Vaccinate to turn the tide?
There is no other place to hide!