It is May 2021. A little over a year since Covid hit us. Thousands have lost their lives, struggling for something as basic as oxygen. It is also a little over a year, George Floyd died, struggling for oxygen…. And I can’t help seeing the connection. This 2 min poem is my attempt to connect the twin horrors of racism and a rampant epidemic Many a man was hit by the virus,  Many a black was hurt in the US.  Poison spread like smokey wreath Many a man gasped, “I can’t breathe”! Here’s a story of a woman infected, Rushed to a hospital much affected  She was convinced, it was a sin,  For a black to administer vaccine! Refusing a hand that offered cure She went  in search of someone pure Poison spread like smokey wreath, Her family gasped, “We can’t breathe” ! The arc of justice can be long,  It takes a while to right a wrong, For the deadly virus there is cure But a bigoted heart is seldom never pure - Koushik Krishnan