The normal fears

That we have faced

Have been rewritten

And replaced

That there are those

Elected through charm

Who actually mean

To cause us harm

If it was nature

Throwing the curve

We’d find our feet

And then observe

How we can group

And organize

But not when trapped

In all these lies

The mental threat

Looms ever near

While slowly taking

What we hold dear

Through all of this

I can but hope

We make it through

And manage to cope

It’s a strange road ahead…

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks