The Great Confusion (A Pandemic Poem)
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They said, “Stay home, save lives,” we obeyed the call,
While queues stretched long by the pharmacy wall.
Toilet rolls vanished in blink of an eye,
And elbows replaced handshakes—oh my!
They masked us up, they shut down the schools,
They moved the goalposts, they made up new rules.
“Just two more weeks,” they promised with flair—
But months turned to years, with fear in the air.
Some cried, “A scam!” while others just cried,
Some lost their jobs, and some simply died.
Zoom calls replaced all our day-to-day chats,
And dogs were bewildered by all the new pats.
The news came daily, grim graphs on display,
While pundits and experts would chatter away.
Was it all planned? Or chaos and fright?
Was truth just a ghost that fled out of sight?
Needles were offered with gifts and with threats,
With stickers, and doughnuts, and deep, deep regrets.
Some shouted “freedom!” with signs held up high,
While others just stayed in, and wondered why.
Now looking back, with hindsight so clear,
We laugh and we sigh—and shed a small tear.
Was it a scam? Was it just fate?
The world went mad in twenty-twenty-eight.
No answers are simple, no black and no white,
Just foggy grey days and long sleepless nights.
But one thing is certain, one thing is true:
We all lived through it… me, them, and you.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 