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 