Covid rages.
How many will die
while vaccine vials
start real life trials.
Who’s first in line?
The old man down the hall
Or the bus driver
So dark and tall?
Wait!
Look over there.
Members of Congress
Getting their jabs
While we just stand and stare.
Biden makes promises he’ll never keep.
Trump rages as we speak.
His circle infected with covid.
Trapped by their need to be close to power.
At the mercy of King Canute
More paranoid with each hour.
Is it gotterdammerung
Or just modern times?
December 26, 2020
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Looks good Harry! Captured the moment.
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Thanks Gail. Your input was so helpful.
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Thank you Harry. Hope the holidays are kind for you.
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Thank Harry, another nail on the head!
surreal/too real/unreal-modern times…
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I like how you’re getting into rhyming these days, Harry. It gives reading the poem a lilt and accents the surprises well. Rock rhyme on!
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Thanks db.
On Sat, Dec 26, 2020, 12:50 PM poems for friends wrote:
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As always you have captured this moment Harry in so many ways. Thank you……
Happy Holidays!
On Sat, Dec 26, 2020 at 8:05 AM poems for friends wrote:
> hkresky posted: ” Covid rages. How many will die while vaccine vials start > real life trials. Who’s first in line? The old man down the hall Or the bus > driver So dark and tall? Wait! Look over there. Members of Congress ” >
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