This disease has a hatchet where it should have a heart; a time-bomb where it should have a brain; a fever where it should have a liver.
This disease stampedes when it should pirouette. Forgets to call its mother for her birthday.
Creates new diseases of fear, racism, and misinformation.
It’s a super-sized cheeseburger of burden leaving a massive grease stain on our collective psyche.
But this disease won’t defeat us.
Pales in the face of Lysol and hand sanitizer, is continually faced down by essential workers and medical workers.
This disease, with its skeleton key of isolation, may keep us locked inside, but it won’t lockdown our spirit.
RichRant 