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Day Like Today

I glance up from my mask while the sky is still dark, and it resembles the shape of a question mark.
 It curves where the people are going round and round, then it nosedives like our quality of life, straight down. 
Then it jumps to a dot like a professional hit, 
or an exit wound from a hollow tip, Like a sniper who has been laying in wait, even Covid is trying to discriminate.

I glance back and it's morning,
 and I see fresh hope as long as I am not looking under a microscope,
At the big white circle with the ugly red spikes. 
How could this happen in the land of stars and stripes?
The sun still rises, the birds still sing to remind us we are still worthy beings.
 We can't forget that we still have a choice, 
and that underneath our masks we still have a voice.
 The sun shifts up in the honest morning sky, but the newscaster spits out lie after lie.


Political, racial, medical haze. 
We can't remember when we've seen darker days. 
Perhaps 9/11, brought us fear and strife
 but for the most part, didn't affect our personal life
 I mean it did, but it was a different time. 
It didn't put every doctor at war,  front line. 


Mid noon I see youth underneath a tree.
 They look homeless here in the land of the free. 
There's a store, they're too ragged to get up and go in hardly free-wearing chains made of heroin. Maybe Fentanyl, their eyes so dark and void.
Obviously gripped by some hellish opioid. 
Where are their parents? Not here as it appears. They can't be bothered- too busy with their affairs and careers.

As the sun goes down,  casino's forgot about luck,
 but the gas prices climb just up over three bucks.
 A new president in to step up our game, if he fails his legacy will be American shame. People looking for a man to perform a miracle- but he's only got two hands and his mouth is full-

Of stutters, blunders, and gaffes and goff's- we all hope they drop when he turns his head and coughs.

Their political game comes at American costs. Lady Liberty cries over the Land of the Lost. 
Lie after lie equals death after death. Just now another American drew his last breath . 
Do they care? They know it was made in a lab- Don't worry about that just go get the jab. 
Be injected with a concoction we call a vaccine-
Thats not what it is but its for your well being.
Trust us! we care! Remember me when you vote- Oh you voted? Great! just put your head through this rope. 
When I kick out the chair and we'll watch your feet dangle.
Keep your eyes on the flag
At the stripes and star spangles. 
Let's get on the freeway, get in the fast lane. 
When you think of your loss Remember No Pain No gain!
Everyone's driving too fast 
they are bound to collide. 
It's now midnight and I don't think I want this ride.

Copyright © Jacquline Musgrave | Year Posted 2021

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