They Can't Flee This

The crisis is looming,
In the refugee camps,
New York, the epicenter of Covid,
Can't even hold a lamp,

Compare its population density,
Ten thousand per square click,
To seventy thousand in the same space,
Already very hard not too get sick,

Add the inefficient hospital care,
Plus shared lavatories,
Mix in no money or true quarantine,
Equals catastrophe.

Well, to be fair,
It was dire already,
Seventy million humans round the globe,
Fleeing their own country's hostility.

Oh, O.J.

He really had it made,
Charisma out the butt,
A natural athlete across the board,
Good looking and well-cut,

He constantly said he was just O.J.,
He was not black or white,
The movements, the riots, he snubbed them all,
Yet his success was a boost for black rights.

Then his wife and a waiter were slaughtered,
The blood led straight to he,
He then said he was framed for being black,
Then was freed for Rodney.

But he forgot,
Many thought him guilty,
He lost sight midst a new crowd of yes men,
Got thirty years for a crime of conceit.