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:
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