Wiped Out
There are no wipes
to sanitize,
for us to wash
and wipe our hands
But empty shelves
are our surprise,
supply couldn't keep up
with demand
A single wipe's
now quite a prize,
so scarce are they
throughout the land
We bear the blame
we must surmise,
united but un-wiped
we stand.
Kevin T.S. Tan
Fri 3rd Jul 2020 23:57
this is the reason I joined WOL. to share feelings and emotions during the pandemic. you can feel the tension when walking through the cities. Everything is so... abnormal.
thanks for the poem