Ripped hand, falling mini-man
Gravel velocity, butterfly in front of me
Sunny trails, beyond the veil
Is plenty a mystery, there in ether’s trees
Comic relief, for the corona thief
Poaching BAU, propping up the ICU
Longish days, newish phase
Cows get no reprieve, from our longing for beef
Joyous birds, fewer homosapien herds
Air much cleaner, prices much steeper
Ad revenues down, Trump still a clown
Airlines busting, increase in Pornhub lusting
Time will tell, when again we’ll hear the school bell
Zoom disproved, chlorowhatever removed
Distancing 2 metres, masked Walmart greeters
For the love of elders’ sake, don’t offer me a handshake
Climate change forgotten, policymakers ears full ‘o cotton
Until wildfires come, our attention span is numb
When economy’s most sacred, nature’s dumped on in hatred
Expect friction between global pirates, scrapping for pre-eminence post-coronavirus
~ Gunnar Våken
The Warrior Awakes: The Poetry of Gunnar Våken 