I feel like a sitting duck
in a pond don't know
what's going on
in the middle of
hunting season
don't need a reason
to make Bambi cry
she's just a doe
I seen an hour ago
crossing the road
in front of me
like a deer in
headlights
trying to make it in
between the great
divide and conquering
being curfew is in a few
strength in numbers
no fraternizing
no congregating
no fellowshipping
no prayer sessions
no think tanks
no organizing
no rallying
no rioting
no uprising
no handshake
no pat on the back
no sharing
no smiling back
no dabbing
no touching
no hugging
no caring
no loving
no visitation
no face to face
shelter in place
distant in the same boat
in the same position
facing the same conditions
insane humanity
trying to practice sanity
trying to breathe
in the same chokehold
told to sit for a bone
to pick clean like
a fried chicken wing
a minor cough will get
one picked off and
dropkicked off the planet