Spring is melting away.
Soon it will get warmer.
But home is here to stay.
I barely leave my bedroom.
Just to cook and clean.
I need to make some headroom
For my book and for caffeine.
If things were getting better.
You'd think they all would leave.
But some call masks their fetters.
They won’t wear the ones we weave.
People still are dying.
By the thousands every day.
They want us all to labor.
For pittance as our pay.
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