Do you remember when shopping queues
were longer than an aisle , stretching beyond achievement;
A gaggle of people in
Pavement mounting silence,
When spaces between us
could be seen as
Social graces,
Feet on places designated for covered faces forward
on streets now blighted by a thousand feet,
Where disease is replaced by dis-ease-
Mounting pressure
For sure
As hell I would replace these times with those
(Perhaps minus lockdowns)
But rather live with
Restrictions than irrational forces
Led by minds less thought full
Than thoughtless
Men intent on intentions
Unbound by nature or nurture
-Better to be led by the dying
Than the young with too much money
And capacity to convince a generation
To hate , and be idle
To separate or be left behind
Facing what we are as part of a condition called humanity.
Do you remember those queues
Do you remember the war
What did they fight it for?
