What Do We Really Want

**There is tropical warmth and listless life** In the city this morning of July 9th 2020 The poet finding her hidden voice, searching for the correct words, Just to coincide with the invisible birds with the sweetest tunes, on church street and Tennis Court The stillest trees with the airborne disease Presses on despite its odds choice Yet, they say my poems isn’t up to parody A poet must stay in her lane, A painter must control each and every stroke, An essential worker must embrace the moments Of respect, because it’s not going to last another month. As well as the stillest trees, with the airborne disease should press on despite its odd choice? I think the citizens of this country should stop focusing On what Mr. Trump says or do. They should reminisce on why They elected him in the first place "My mixing bowl did not get on top the tallest shelves By itself:" Someone place it there, and somebody have to take it down There is tropical warmth and listless life Around most country today, And yes, there is going to be more missing children, As we move forward dealing, with these crisis one after another, and another Pandemic, politic and riots: as from past experience when we don’t paid the Pied Pipers Our livelihood and our children will vanish: