I'm Mad

Tearing apart families.

Tearing apart my heart.

The disease that will not quit.

Covid is it.

Like a red balloon floating ominously on an empty street.

Quarantined dreams float away as families become angels like tiptoeing feet so silent they sneak away.

No remedy because it forms and reforms and eats away at the heart of us all.

So when we march we get mad. Because all we ever had is choked out of our raised hands.

So when we vote we get mad. Because what we see is unreal. What we taste is erased. Because our voice is no longer ours--stampedes rush the house of law and

Some pretend that justice didn’t fall.

Mad at a disease.

Mad at the apathy that it created. Selfish lines divide families and friends. Blinded by the pain of

Persistent separation. We can’t agree on a single thing and messages on walls

become messily built walls

that divide and destroy and don’t protect

but neglect even the least of these.

So we wait for a cure.

So we wait for a positive test.

So we wait for a verdict

a vote

a distraction from the economic rope that pulls us and burns us like gas

Bought at a high price.

So don’t ask me how I feel.

I

Am

Mad.