Walking on egg shells Waiting for someone to crack. Tiptoeing Hiding beneath a mask. Queues in the supermarket a mile long. Can't cope with this dam atmosphere. It's like walking on a tight rope higher than one can bear. Shut in a cage like an animal let out like a dog for exercise The injustice of it all. What's the point Still death looms Dominates the earth If this is our new way of life. Give up.? Throw the towel in No---dont Because, there must be an answer to all this misery. Words and image by Rosalind Alexander
The Bugle 