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Lonesome War


Not spud but cabbage on couch
Scrolling Netflix and Amazon prime
Losing minds, tossing and a crouch
Procrastination and a mind of grime.

Stuck oh stuck, no more mingling
A joust of fear and hopeful gleams
Humans like cattle step out trembling
Only to slide back behind black beams.

Virus not cyber but into soft fertile flesh
Brings on a future clad in psyched craze
Not all have strength to cut through the mesh
Ode to ploys of science and its ethical haze.

Stuck oh stuck, no more games and song
Time will tell what fate breaks or mends
Hope this little bomb isn't here for long
Let's stay in and cast out this morbid trend.

© 2020 Tiyasha Maitra

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