Here I have people think I want to be alone
That shelter in place means I don't want company
Here I have people who don't see these days of my years
So lonely I'm driven and driving to tears
And here I have hands reaching, unwashed,
And faces are grinning, unmasked,
And all I can see is the grimace and grasp
Of death -- is it really too much to ask?
That claims of compassion extend to my life
And the lives of those we claim to love
It isn't a feeling, love is always a choice,
Why choose to make it so there isn't enough?
Not enough smiles next year 'round the tree
Not enough hugs stowed to be given
Too many funerals, and too many graves,
And too many families riven.
But by all means, cry "freedom" while still in your chains
And take your pride in endangering others
Iron lungs all around us and our avenue to save
Is to be kind to our sisters and brothers.
Put on your mask, wash your fucking hands,
Or are you too soft to care?
I'll tell you one thing, I'm not the snow flake
Forever I'll wonder how you fucking dare.