Profiteers (Poetry)

There’s something in the air (they say)
so face masks must be worn
it is the law however much
we ridicule and scorn

a measure they’ve brought in so late
to slow the creeping spread
of some disease quite possibly
laboratory-bred

We’re told they’re working for a cure
(they say we shouldn’t doubt)
those same ‘secure’ laboratories
that let the monster out!

And who has faith a scrap of cloth
or yet a plastic screen
can save us from some enemy
that sneaks around unseen?

But as always some will benefit
a killing to be made
by manufacturers of masks
they do a roaring trade