Chin Up

On the Ganges river,
Millions gather to bathe,
They'll free themselves from reincarnation,
By running to their grave,

Along with Daunte Wright in the North's Star,
Who knows what happened there?
Stopped for air fresheners on his mirror,
Then shot while Chauvin's trial's still laid bare,

Meanwhile, Somalia faces famine,
From locusts and no rain,
I swear the good news is harder to find,
Laid down beside this pain,

There is one thing,
The human aptitude,
Despite inequities surrounding them,
To still keep up a hopeful attitude.

You Don't Get It, Yet

Will there be a vaccine?
Will the world be submerged,
By the deluge of the SARS2 virus,
Amid this recent surge?

Russia's administering its vaccine,
As of this October,
The U.S. thinks its will come by year end,
Though you can bet you'll need to be insured,

Britain's buying one hundred million shots,
From AstraZeneca,
It seems it's every country for itself,
Sucks to be India.

Who're we kidding?
There're billions on this earth,
My guess, ten percent might get a vaccine,
Chosen primarily based on their worth.