I’m scared
and
I
admit
it
Not only
not only
may I die
but
I may
go through hell
before
then,
they
are
saying
So many
locked
up
at home
“It’s for
your own good
peoples!”
One
fellow
(just one)
so weathered
but saintly
wandered
into the
middle
of
the
street
Raised his aged hands
“God,
this is the time!
This is it Lord!
Please
save us!
Please,
please
come back!
Save
us
Lord!”
In moments,
in
mere
moments,
we
all
shuddered
at
the
profound,
undeniable,
unequivocal…
silence
In the
meantime
birds
flew
overhead
and
wondered
why
we
were
so
hush
They
flew
south
without
a
care,
soaring
on
the
wind,
wings
wide
open
Is this
what
we
deserve?
Oh my,
salvation
has
closed
her
doors?
An
indifferent
universe
is
our
dance
partner?
“Step right
up,
mosey
to the left,
take her
hand
now,
mosey
to
the right…”
