This unplanned defeat
In an invisible war
Forces us to make choices
For ourselves and for others
Do we intubate?
Resuscitate?
Do I need a bathroom break?
Do we donate
Or save the little that is left?
Do we borrow
Or should we buy?
Do we postpone it
Or just forget it?
Do I call?
She’s probably still mad.
Can I be miserable?
Do I really have to be useful?
Can I just be for a while?
I don’t know how to behave.
Do I still want kids
in a sick hot crowded world?
Should I change jobs?
Should I leave him
After the lockdown?
I can’t stand him any longer.
We make choices
Though sometimes
We have no choice to all
And in those times
We can choose
What we feel
What we think
What we do
And maybe we should
