Some governors will have blood on their hands. If they think staying home is safer, they don’t realize that supposed refuges can run red with the blood of the despairing. Unsympathetic people call those who bring this fact to light “covidiots,” but I think that what’s more “covidiotic” is having a monolithic fixation on one issue. Depression and other issues make people really tired of Blursday following Blursday, wishing that “anthropause” would take it’s claws out of all the broken hearts.
Your regularly scheduled poem has been interrupted by this thing, because my brain has short-circuited.
Also, I know that the word “red” is supposed to be for a Christmas writing challenge, and this is the opposite of Christmassy. This was also inspired by a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.
mistletoe is green,
Santa’s hat is red,
there are other things than Covid
which can make us dead
There’s your poem. 🙂
I completely agree. I don’t think those governors are interested in their citizens and if they are the beneficiaries of voter fraud they probably feel they don’t have to care.
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We all need to come unglued and let it flow like this once in a while. Know that you are not alone in your anger.
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Again I am so glad I don’t live in America.
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(No offence of course to the many wonderful American citizens who are not responsible for the conditions that have me say that.)
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Take precautions if you are immuno-compromised. MANY have already had this virus – why can’t they go out? Wear a mask, social distance – but why close up the economy – many other things hurt and kill … I find your poem does a great job bringing home these points.
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Hey I agree completely. This conveniently manufactured boogie man is quite a nightmarish bit of a Pandora’s Box
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So true. Love this poem!
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