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This stuff on the news, it just
gives me the blues,
Who cares in the war on some
drugs if we lose?
Much more is at stake; a virus
Outbreak,
such an impression on the circle
of life it will make.
I changed my gloves six times this
morning,
I’ve take in all the new channel’s
warnings.
Wiping of this; stay away from that,
Keep six feet from people wherever
you’re at.
Wash your hands through to stay
germ free,
yet they provide no soap or dispensary?
If families really knew our day-to-day,
it’s a guarantee they’d have something
To say!
They say the death count will rise
as another human dies,
red, white and blue still wave in
our skies!
The president can speak, but can he
actually save?
it seriously depends on how we all
behave.
The nation is in peril, an incredible
plight,
calculations made me nervous when I
saw them last night.
I’m so far away; I hardly know a soul,
when you’re living in prison, it’s like
living in a hole.
Weeks have gone by now turning to
months,
over five million cases, what a pandemic
punch!
There’s a possible chance this could
be my last dance,
such a sad way to die in the
state’s pair of pants.

Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.

Rob Seidelman is a writer incarcerated in West Virginia.