Signs

You can’t tell your nightmares
From the news

Stacking bodies in ICUs

Cuz there’s not enough beds

Does your daughter feel warm...
Or is it in your head?

You take her to get looked at
Drive through the eerily empty
dystopian dream
And, you feel lost...
As the doctor prescribes her quarantine

They shut down all the schools
And all the children scattered
They’re enacting laws pro tempor
We are not allowed to gather

They want us to maintain “social distance”
And enter our homes without resistance
To give us the cure
And you open your eyes
to the signs you ignored
But it’s too late
And your consciousness goes as you’re
dragged out your door...

We can’t just go out whenever we want
We wear masks, it hangs in the air
Like swarms of mosquitoes
in malarial swamps
And the drones crowd the lights
as curfew starts
They are like moths
You won’t see the war end
but the battle
is lost

Control is with chips
in little incisions
Reduce the soul to algorithms

But we are safe