It is May 2021. A little over a year since Covid hit us. Thousands have lost their lives, struggling for something as basic as oxygen. It is also a little over a year, George Floyd died, struggling for oxygen…. And I can’t help seeing the connection.
This 2 min poem is my attempt to connect the twin horrors of racism and a rampant epidemic
Many a man was hit by the virus,
Many a black was hurt in the US.
Poison spread like smokey wreath
Many a man gasped, “I can’t breathe”!
Here’s a story of a woman infected,
Rushed to a hospital much affected
She was convinced, it was a sin,
For a black to administer vaccine!
Refusing a hand that offered cure
She went in search of someone pure
Poison spread like smokey wreath,
Her family gasped, “We can’t breathe” !
The arc of justice can be long,
It takes a while to right a wrong,
For the deadly virus there is cure
But a bigoted heart is seldom never pure
- Koushik Krishnan
