How Not To Get Read

How Not to Get Red Some love death, and celebrate with fire. Full peace is in no way their desire. The poison of media ignorance is killing us. Always pointing a finger, utterly brainless, so vainglorious. Why worry constantly about COVID? It kept us at home, not destroying our nations' histories, we call that, morbid? Just mob rule now in every great nation. Look in the mirror, are you one fanning the flames on this conflagration? You will not get read here, imagine that? If you dare suggest anything that questions soul searching or patriotic! Just stick to flowers, laughs,romance or poems matriarchic? Make alliteration and metaphor, all important you drool for. Of substance and soul, oh, please do not ever write. Just daffodils, soft butterflies and drool always over silver moonlight, But of COVID, why it's in almost every verse. The media has done a great job of having us ponder....only the hearse? Living in fear, sanitized, gloved and masked. We pick up our quill, a most tragic task! This is not in any sense sane living! Locked up for months, leaves my poetic soul shivering! June 14, 2020 3am PST Poem #1,239