Enmasked Faces
I'd much rather just go shopping and play.
But, alas,hordes of humanity enmasked?
I wish not to see!
Nor my own masked countenance
In a mirror be.
Fear runs thick as dark sludge, just everywhere.
Vaccination stations, injectors, rule, who cares?
Methinks, clotting blood?
Not for this crotchety fool.
The Lord will take me one brisk sunny day.
His servant shall not into her crimson blood allow to run,
Poisonous liquid promises that protect no one!
Heinous lies, a vaccination nation?
Not by this poet, nor do I sleep in foolish, fearful, death
anticipation.
Each must decide for himself, make a choice!
Let us respect each individual's voice!
3/21/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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