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19 Hues of Blue

In these a-dying days, people are given mo’ grief news Hope cost less than a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze While the crying game is being played over and over, time again hence Death has a new name: Covid-19 is the ICU cradle tomb pestilence Folks everywhere are digging in, with covered faces grim As graveyards keep overflowing, prospects be looking dim Red Masque, Red Masque 19 hues of undertaker gurney blue This ghastly number be vapor fear burying lots not few Red Masque, Red Masque Tales of the Crypt be sew cerulean Devil wearing a blue dress, says the search party has just began Flood of 911 busy signals, gov’ment ain’t answering the phone Twilight curfew dye vigils, as loved ones face suffering all alone Let the crying game be sympathy fore played Veil questioning is the “Why” snuff passion Climax is the same — Covid yourself, bureaucrats do truly feel in a caring fashion Folks everywhere are digging in, with covered faces grim As graveyards keep overflowing, prospects be reaper dim Red Masque, Red Masque 19 hues of constant code blue White House doctor office is closed, nobody is gonna attend to you Red Masque, Red Masque Oval lips don’t speak indigo true White House bunker gala, a welcoming party only for a few A stricken nation in tear mourning, awakens daily to no relief Operation Neglect gives no warning, alarm bell is cricket brief While the crying game is being played over and over and over again Passing the err blame — Covid-19 chalks up another morgue win As mo’ and mo’ blackbirds keep a-perching ‘pon cemetery tombstones Nary an Ivory rescue heard, only coroner chirps of lies being prolonged Red Masque, Red Masque: A cloaked cry 19 hues of pallbearer coffin blue Last rite Lenin robes are all denim dyed, eulogy threads was party issued Red Masque, Red Masque 19 cryptic cues of cynical dark azure shade White House pandemic task was to have a masquerade party virus paid 11-20-20

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/21/2020 6:01:00 PM

Yeah, the White House could care less alright, as long as they themselves don't die. Then you'd see a change of heart, eh? Write on, my friend. Light and Joy, Gershon

Alexis Y.

Date: 11/21/2020 11:16:00 AM

WoW! Freddie, You penn is so signature, there’s none like it. Covid 19 is bringing death and so much more, like fear and depression. I will be happy when it's no more. An exceptional classic spin on a Poe classic. Have a good, my friend:-) Alexis

Paul Callus

Date: 11/21/2020 8:49:00 AM

Poe came to mind straight away, Freddie. In your inimitable style you point to the current situation and those who could (and had the duty) to have done much more to deal with this pandemic. ~ Best wishes & regards // paul

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 11/21/2020 1:26:00 AM

Dark like the raven. I fear the worst is yet to come. ~~

Silent One

Date: 11/20/2020 7:21:00 AM

Damn, a sign of the times, as the moment.. this one is dark and reaps of death... great penning..

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 11/20/2020 7:46:00 AM

SO, this was my modern take on Poe's classic, "The Masque of the Red Death." Ty for your encouraging words always. I might try to get published in the near future. My father (who was a great poet) was published by the renown poet, Dudley Randall. My father was in the American Literary Who's Who List in 2000 by the USA Library Congress. But, my father loved anonymity more than fame. I do too, as well. Love and peace, my brother.