Joy Leftow

New York, NY

Winner of the 2017 Aquillrelle Poetry Publication Prize, Tupelo Honey & Other Tales, is available at B&N and Amazon. Primarily a poet, Leftow coined the term, “Bluetry” to define her art. Bluetry grew out of people approaching her after readings to compliment or complain about the sadness in her poems. Leftow can be founding performing poetry to music when not meeting her muse or rescuing cats.

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poem completed  6^th April 2020

COVID 19, CORONAVIRUS

This virus is really getting to me

Wonder if we’ll ever be free

This virus is killing off so much of humanity

More of the poor, not the bourgeoisie

This virus is insanity

This virus will not be contained

built a worldwide pain bloodstained

this virus will not be controlled,

it’s unconstrained and unexplained

this virus rains down on humanity

This virus invades people’s lungs

The wealthy and famous get virus screenings

The poor die in their beds

succumbing to this virus

Go uncounted in the dead

This virus forces us to isolate

When we can socialize, there’s no date

We live on a global checkmate

Virus created floodgate

We’re on a mandated quarantine

This virus has us on curfew

Except the moneyed few

Creates a state of anxiety

Virus is over all of society

Keep 6 feet away is what they say

All we can do is pray

This virus makes us wash our hands till raw

This is something we never had to do before

This virus is invading my life

Because of this I can’t see my wife

Siren’s wail fills us with strife

This virus doesn’t stop

Like waiting for the other shoe to drop

Running out of supplies, unable to shop

This virus has us scared to be infected

No one wants to be the next one selected

This virus makes me wonder

How we came to this blunder

Our lives put asunder

This virus overtook the entire world

All our lives, together unfurled

Live in a crazy netherworld

Waiting on a better world