Quarantine Diaries

By troynamps | Troy Poetry | 10 Apr 2020


Either way
Grim reaper wins -
Stay at home;
Manage empty coffers,
Even rats and roaches
All will move out
Lest we starve together
Breath our last under my roof.

I could go out,
But that's mission impossible.
My house is dry
The kids are hungry
But the Babylon is standing
He points at me with a batton
Corona stares from a distance

There are two things involved -
I could go outside
My kids will lose a mother.
I can also stay inside,
Then I'll lose kids one by one.
Either way -
I lose still

Let's remember those who are stuck at home with no supplies to take them through the lockdown. Thank you for reading and all the generous tips

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