Treason fields teasing yields unforseen forsaken tolls
taken and taking amid languid raking strolls breezing through fake weekends
leaping weeks and lurching months concealed amid four dour walls;
ceilings pressing, faces pressed flat to dirty glass windows,
straining to see an end to unrelenting isolation or any hopeful signs
of Heroes leading nations yet to emerge from shallow turgid doldrums.
No leaders emerge but the usual misleading scourges regurgitating hurtful words
designed to divide and subdivide villages and town halls.
Still its worth remembering where it all emerged from,
Foisting primitive urges, urging on a resurgent purge of all words and deeds worthy
of civilised discourse. . in the worship of wealth.
No use in forging alliances or embracing old friends until a malign Virus
forces us to return to the mirror of life, to stare our selves in full force of true
by Paul Sinclair