Missing
The airwaves now are fizzing.
Lost and found though still around,
most of us are missing,
on a screen that’s in between,
the airwaves now are fizzing.
Talking on the telephone,
type or Skype and see,
more virtual reality,
more like a ship at sea.
The invasion in the atmosphere,
the raging crown contagion,
young and old, the brave and bold,
affecting every nation.
We disembark from the ark,
two by two we traipse in line,
some of us are stumbling,
others fortified by wine.
Things have changed, life’s rearranged,
it’s called self-isolation,
and it’s time to redefine,
the orchestrated segregation.
Creed or need or colour,
there is no distinction,
watching as the world goes wild,
this is no aberration.
There must be another side.
no one wishes to be trapped,
let’s flick away the fallacy,
and learn to adapt.
Now’s the time to redesign,
the switch that’s in my mind,
embrace a new tomorrow,
and leave the past behind.
©
David Rudder
25th April 2020
Thanks for reading.
