The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...

Casualty Count

The dreaded call came

On a sunny friday afternoon

When nothing could go wrong, it seemed

Until the call came of course

Rudely breaking up my daydream so sweet

You lost the job it said

Another couch potato joins the ranks


Income loss bound

Another casualty of young Covid

Statistics I am as I join compatriots from different walks of life

Another home hit by this pandemic so young


Deaths and debt pile

Evictions and foreclosures extend

Furloughs are rising 

Bankruptcies are stacking

No good news in sight


How do we go from here?

Where are the jobs?

Where are the funds


This silence is ear-piercing

The sky is falling! 

The very earth is moving


Who will be spared

Who is next?

Fear and trepidation

Uncertainty of future

How can he do this, only 19 of age

So young is Covid


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