Reopen the Country Reserve the Graves
As the cases keep rising
The Death toll crawls ever closer
Piercing the peak of the mountain
Toward the stars in the sky
Ready to come crashing down
As they burn out from the arrow's touch.
While the stars burn out from the poison
The arrogant voices ring out wishing normalcy
Wishing to reopen their land to get back their freedom
Wanting to get their hair cut and nails done
To see a movie in a theater than on their couches.
They wish to party and socialize
To get back to working at their jobs
Being sick and tired of being unemployed
Sick of feeling like prisoners in cages.
Yet the voices of truth try to reach out
To try to be patient and follow the rules
If you rush opening the country
It's just gonna get worse
As we find ourselves digging new graves.
You close off your hearts to arrogrance and anger
But you want the doors to open back up
You want to get back to shopping at malls
You want to travel and see the world
You want to have the taste of freedom
Like its a tasty burger you haven't had in ages!
But the greatest taste you can ever bite into
Is the aged wine of patience and selflessness
For it tastes much better than a bitter wine
That will choke your lungs with each fast swig
Drink too fast will give you a coughing fit.
How much are you willing to bet?
How much are you willing to risk?
How much are you willing to sacrifice?
How much are you gonna pay?
To get back your freedom and lives?
Its like equivalent exchange
You can't get something
Without sacrificing
Something of equal value.
Are you willing to sacrifice your family?
Are you willing to sacrifice your friends?
Are you willing to sacrifice your children?
Are you willing to sacrifice humanity?
Are you willing to sacrifice the future?
Are you willing to burn all that you known
Straight to the ground until its ash?
Are you willing to take the burden
Of the wreckage that you leave behind?
Are you willing to take the words
From a liar who sees the country
As just another cash cow
Just waiting until it runs out of milk
Leaving the cow high and dry
To exchange for magic beans?
How badly do you want it?
How badly do you want it back?
How badly do you want to give up
Your very soul for your life again?
Are you willing to make a deal
With the devil in a ridiculous wig?
As you all want to reopen the country
All I can see is new graves being dug up
Ready to place freshly made coffins
Straight into the ground
Tombstones popping up
Flowers placed on the graves.
The more you wish to reopen the country
The more you'll see it turn into a giant cemetary
And before you even know it without warning
You find yourself in a coffin and facing your maker.
Copyright © Megan Ryan | Year Posted 2020
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