Yesterday, the streets were panicked
But the expected Black Death never was
Other plagued denotations were given
Not unlike yet compared against others before
But I saw no difference with the hysteria
Fear nor misdirection
The villagers had their say, everyone
With opinions regardless of how well-informed or poorly formed No matter the language used
The pros and cons, a concept with its antithesis
Squabbles over regimes, the price of tea and spice
Alongside the Bill Of Rights
The power of sovereignty
Versus authoritarian corruption absolute
Or The Governor's decrees
The mob's rage reigned over all
But yesterday leads to dreams of tomorrow
As the moral of the day. Street corner mystics
Mantrad to "be present," as if prisoners' sufferings
Were divorced from pain
As if the answers of their cacophony
Already changed yesterday