Some craving crowds, or a kind hand to hold
Bemoaning the cloths that shield their faces
Others in mourning as death takes its toll
So many move carelessly; live in denial
Choosing lies in favor of truths they’re told
Offended by those whose goal is survival
And still, from the inside, watch things unfold
Fickle policies always send the lax scrambling
Hoarding the ordinary as if it’s gold
Tired of it all, their excuses are rambling
Forgetting the ailing are now young AND old
There are those who have, somehow, avoided the fray
Setting boundaries critiqued as extreme, or cold
They seek what the smart and reliable say
And from the inside, pity how things unfold
Hard to say now, when it all will be finished
Opportunities squandered; bill of goods sold
The wise are ridiculed, their warnings diminished
The least competent voices are now the most bold
History certainly gave us a blueprint
Our current state of affairs is quite old
In the past, too, some wondered where common sense went
And from the inside, watched the story unfold
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