When Trust Is A Depreciated Currency Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Ours are times
Such that, even a smile can be explosive
A handshake, infested with viruses
A simple hug, full of lustful pathogens

Ours are such times
That we must investigate our thoughts
Times we get even our trusted circles, screened
We get out footpaths sanitized

Ours are such times
Words have vague meanings
The noisiest crowd has the dictionary
And the nosiest has the dust in the air always
@13 November 2022