Is there a poem in me today?

Is there anything that I can add to the conversation that would be of value?

Yesterday I saw protesters who were not looting

I saw looters who were not protesting

But all of the anger is justified.

If I saw my father, my brother my husband

Knelt on till he expires

I think I might feel that I ought to light a few fires…

Then if you multiply that by the thousands and years

I think that’s called an inferno

Covid is getting the truth

Out of all of us.