Ear up close
And I’ll tell you a tale
About a place
Once prosperous
Now completely felled
Cut down by lies
Poisoned by strife
Streets once teaming
People going about life
Now almost empty
An occasional expressionless soul
All you can see are their eyes
It’s kind of creepy
Like a third world country
No smiles
No hugging
No affection
Look in any direction
The same scene
Playing itself out
Small businesses boarding up
While individuals are holed up
Prisoners in their own home
Believing it’s for the best
Willingly playing their role
In some God awful test
Contradicting explanations
From all sides of the fence
Reason, no where to be found
Common sense, nonexistent
When will it all end
How can a massive tangle of lies
That wrecked an entire world
Ever get straightened out
Think about it
In an instant
The time it takes to click a button
On a tv, radio, or computer
And hear the first broadcast
Of impending doom
Just that fast
A thriving place
Now resembles a ghost town
For what was there before
Can never again be found
E.A. Fussell
08.27.2020
E. A. Fussell 