daily bulletins
solemn in tone
spoon fed the public
in their private cells
they spoke of unity
and pulling together
they were organising
punishment squads
for the less enthusiastic
that’s how it begins
with a consensus
forged in fear
in a crueller world
we indulge in the
animal satisfaction
of stolen meat
and take succour
in bitter news
from next door
I’m getting shady looks
from the boys in blue
they know a viral load
when they see one
I always kept to myself
I guess I deviated
from the herd immune
I’m a marked man
at risk and alone
