Corona Lament (a Poem)

As tyranny descends

you stand meekly in line, 2 meters distant

as compliant as a Soviet peasant.

All our hard fought rights

erased in 2 weeks of Corona hysteria

All because of a disease no more lethal than flu

To give a few Methuselahs another year or two.

For a leader under indictment, a perfect crisis

To criminalize children playing

And Jews praying

To remain PM again and again.