The game you love is no longer fun.
Neighbours are even more of a stranger
or have become your best friend.
Fear petrifies even the strongest.
While the meek hide hoping more than ever no one notices them.
Politics divides the families
as responses to the disease varies.
Deaths take on new meaning
or numb those who have to deal with too many of them.
Good news is rare
and given special status since people are grieving.
Small insults blossom into rages.
Small gifts of kindness send us into tears.
Society’s ills are amplified.
Mental traumas are now being focused on
as a global scene now needs to deal with it.
Individuals are lost and found.
I hope everyone is all right
knowing that most are struggling.
Saturn's Premier Poet 