Panic Spray

Panic Spray Am I off the hook or am I still nailed to his cross, pneumonia-lunged and spiritually killed Covid spreads All scatter, flock. Stock up on your panic spray It comes in cans All shelves once stocked Are emptied by the frantic mobs; All breathing in What spreads and spills To help one distance fellow man, Supercom securely binds Your ankles first And soon to be in shackles, Both your trembling hands Worry Hurry Hysterical state Ripping up the country side Bar your windows. Cloud your mind Lock your gate Covid spreads like forest fire furious, ferocious, raging train On tracks of molten lava steel That rumbles and roars like a demon- beast across the globe On water, Air And squealing, squalling, screaming ash Volcano howling Now all the drifting, distanced lands soon under one great supercom police-ruled, bluetooth giant factory juggernaut iron fisted robot hand And no one left collective Less than 50 Gradually down to one But sadly weak and broken Spirits cannot bring oneself to ever take... Or proudly make, in vain, Heroic stand We leave it left in global healths' pre and post apocalyptic determining plans