There Will Be … A Poem by Alice Keegan

Remember Us…
Eyes taped,sedated
Ventilated
Our time is precious
Lets not pretend
Without social distance
For some its OUR end
YOU masters of distraction
This is no game
Stop the excuses
Stop the blame

Afterwards…
My fear
Short memory
It could soon be erased
In the scramble to find meaning
Sad fate…