While looking down

They just can’t see

And seems a shock

We want to be free

From their weird

New medical rules

We are not sick

And are not fools

But playing the game

They are in deep

So much on the line

We need to keep

Our wits and senses

As sharp as knives

More than now

It’s about our lives

And what’s to come

The future’s near

And shouldn’t be dark

Or framed with fear

~

But that’s how they are making it

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks