Confused Man Courtesy The Economic Times, India
Coronal Confusion
A pandemic is alien our lifestyles,
standing in line, spaced in the aisles.
Impinging on our, God-given freedom,
to go when and where we please.
Haven't experienced anything,
like this in over 103 years.
So, why all the concern,
isolating and social fears?
And the death rate is so low,
when we get it, you know,
we get over it so easily, quick,
we'll be immune then in a nick.
First, "don't wear masks,"
and then, "mandatory masks."
Vaccines that magically appear,
"too soon to be tested?" We ask.
Rumors and denials abound fired by,
side effect anecdotal accounts,
that defy all scientific reason,
usually determining what counts.
With new variants emerging,
and constantly changing rules,
it's easy for blaming to start,
from simple minded fools.
It's time to stop avoiding,
and it's time to stop blaming.
It's time to do your very best,
protect yourself, family, the rest.
When we stop spreading the virus,
by not following simple rules,
it will be over very quickly,
not suffer any more dead fools.
Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull
1/19/22
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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Rebecca
It's a good poem, but I don't think I will agree with all its contents. Too many vaccinated people are dying recently, or have been hospitalized. There will be more within the next two years. The vaccines are for the depopulation process. It's a 100 years reset of the world. Last reset was in 1918 the Spanish Flu, now 2018 the COVID vaccines.
Sandie