in a fog

in a fog

while people mourn the sick and dead
trump proclaims ‘we’re rounding the turn’
there’s no end to the lies he churns
he fills his sycophants with dread
‘it’s all a hoax, trust me instead…
masks? wear them or not…you choose
stop testing, silence the fake news!’

we’ll all soon have a choice to make
we have a voice in what’s at stake
this time we can’t afford to lose

clouds drench the hollow
blooms of opaque gray matter
obscure perception


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge – Prompt Words: Bloom and Wet (Drench) and Décima Challenge – Prompt Word: Fright (Dread) / A-Line Rhyme .

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