..at tunnels end, will there be light,
to save us from, this time of plight...
My eyes are tired from watching
this poor excuse of a leader...
I am counting the leaves on a tree
birds are still singing...
In an state
Life matter can exfoliate...
I shouldn’t be eating the crisps,
but pass them over please...
A meeting room
filled with tension...
Have you ever been scammed?
Sounds close to an egg being scrambled, not a pain...
yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...
Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...
What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...
We were fearfully and wonderfully made,
built to endure endless onrushing of strife...
Go there for your rota
There for your orders...