Written for Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/04/06/fowc-with-fandango-engine/
Virus, Isolation, Politics
If there was an engine that really, really could
wouldn’t there be people driving behind it’s hood?
For now, there are no people, no passengers or guests
The virus has us locked up, like eggs inside a nest.
When we think of hatching we all will want to run
Seeing the world in sickness isn’t, for anybody, fun.
Children want to play outside or in the village square
While parents worry if they’ll get the virus in the air.
We have to be so careful to not get sick and die
Donald Trump is awful with nothing to do but lie.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry