when the sixth wave arrived
in frozen March 2023
the world was a different place
wishes and few wants ever came true
already by Christmas 2022
fickle Jesus and old Santa
never dared arrived
back in bitter 2021
ten million already had died
so much had changed
since this pandemic began
ravaging the furthest reaches
of this ailing globe's features
social distance had been amended
every surviving solitary person
akin to those so extinct
birds of a feather
solitary sandpipers
no longer together
everything in disorder
everyone locked in their homes
viral variants continued their mocking
with unresistant perpetual blight
feathered friends were constantly reeling
ad hoc life midst that new planetary feeling
on every unsanitary street and vacant avenue
in every unfounded city and uncounted town
racial profiling had certainly become even more clever
on call uniformed androids and robots with badges
readily wielding stun clubs and stun guns
expertly brandishing immobilizing gadgets
apprehending ruthless violent criminals
mauling untold other frightened victims
hauling pleading folk
out of demagnetized electric cars
more bleeding heads and broken arms
still fewer gunshot deaths and fatal wounds
popular blood sport had become
an online virtual thing
colourful artificial players racing
war games and fighters on an impartial screen
wild gangs had become increasingly mean
more people were habitually imbibing
vaccine for those who could afford insider bribing
since a myriad of critical virus arrived
beer and wine filled many home fridges
cracked alcoholics and fentanyl addicts
unharassed and at home under crumbling bridges
many incoherently fumbling
down dark dirty alleys
stumbling and falling in dry viaducts
flocks of vultures circling everywhere
hunting and pecking garbage filled trucks
landing to pick at those fresh frozen dead
harsh cats voiding themselves on cold mouldy ground
eventually those bloated rejected bodies
were uncaringly gathered
flung like debris into unsanitized mounds
bring out your dead
once an unwarrantable call
becoming normal by fall
bring out your dead
nothing about death remained formal
during that March blizzard
dismal abhorrent 2023
numbers were staggering
twenty million freed but reviled
of life on this on-trial planet
due to a rampant viral pandemic
that vilified lab which was finally found
uncanny science originally decanning it
had been unceremoniously exposed and burned
completely razed to the ground
all those innocent dead and dying
even those few birds still flying
mindless zone zombies existing
while the prehensile world
gasping and wrapping around
every human thought and emotion
viral variants were daily commanding
every horrid twist and inglorious turn
while unjustly those sanitized rich
got filthy richer and richer
which all seamlessly seemed
so fucking profound

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