In Agony
Bemoan I, lack of
freedom to walk down
streets to gaze upon
golden shower trees
this summer season.
Lament I, lack of
freedom to welcome
my friends into my
home, for an evening
of gossip and fun.
Mourn I, the lack of
freedom for my kids
stuck they are, at home.
No friends, no swimming,
only online games.
Grieve I, the senseless
loss of lives, that were
caused by callousness
and sheer carelessness
of imprudent fools.
Weep I, for those on
the frontlines who fight
not just the dreaded
virus corona
but misled men too.
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