QUARANTINE LIFE: POETRY PROMPT ---DYING TO BE WRONG

I shake my head

Hope I'm not right

Pray what I see

Won't last for long

What's left to say?

Too tired to fight

So many people dying to be wrong

The disconnect

From wisdom's strange

Reason has flown

And what remains

Are useless tools

And clueless fools

So many people dying to be wrong

Those who would preach

Are tired; worn

Those who would teach

Are weary; torn

Each exhausted; left to mourn

So many people dying to be wrong

Mandates gone

Confusion reigns

With each dawn 

Just like a game

Risk downplayed

And so, remain

So many people dying to be wrong

The millions gone

Are ignored now

What would they warn

If they, somehow

Could wake from sleep

Would they allow

So many people dying to be wrong?

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