Quarantined (Day Seventeen)
Quarantined (Day Seventeen)
The silvery moon turns pink to hurt
Spreads it blush under growing loss;
Where social Distancing was taboo
Just a few days ago from arrogance,
The eagle licks its wounds crying foul
As harsh realities emerge to be faced
Who could have dreamt the outcome;
A mighty nation bought on its knees?
Friends will never be foes one must learn;
Diplomatic words sadly leave a bad taste!