Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
Categories:
death rate, anxiety, courage,
Form: Rhyme
A small population, familiar situation a testbed with
Health terror
A reason? the motive of jeering part of instigation.?
No to disscussion 'from the ( eu ) this all comes.' as to
The highest death rate per capita, it appears this nation
Succumbs.?
Categories:
death rate, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
The headlines blared “COVID-19 vaccines kill people!”
“More vaccinated people die of COVID than non-vaccinated!”
“COVID vaccines are a government conspiracy!”
Wait a minute, though.
Let’s think about this for a moment.
For argument, assume that the vaccines
Have no impact at all
On your dying of COVID-19.
The recent census figures say
About eighty percent of the U.S. population is vaccinated.
If our assumption that the vaccines have no impact at all holds,
Then we’d expect four times the death rate for vaccinated people.
(Eighty percent is four times greater
Than the twenty percent unvaccinated population.)
What even those who call the COVID-19 vaccines a killer admit
Is that the rate of deaths between vaccinated and not
Is far, far less than four-to-one in the United States.
It’s less than two-to-one by even the most extreme sampling.
What we must conclude, then, is that COVID-19 vaccines save lives.
The conspiracy theorists’ own data proves it.
Aren’t statistics a wonderful tool?
Categories:
death rate, health, math,
Form: Didactic
collaborate, elaborate
conductively emasculate
submissive, entanglement
collectively salivate.
redistributive contemplate
delirious encapsulate danger-
actualize, substitutive penalize.
collectively, abstractness from
radiance to darkness.
antagonistic death rate
the fallacy in dead weight.
reprehensible antithesis
conglomerate esophagus.
speckled and corroded,
constructively demoted.
perniciously solitude, destitute and longitude.
contact free cohesively elongated actuality.
substantially creative
ingeniously innovative.
crafting masterpiece from thread
contempt breeds success or death.
the effort does not translate to achievement.
Categories:
death rate, feelings, identity, poems, writing,
Form: Free verse
I feel the Pain,
When babies are born, without mothers.
For my heart bleeds to loneliness.
When hospitals and clinics
Are now the headlines of abortions.
Why kill when you are able to prevent?
I feel the Pain,
When doctors and nurses,
Are no longer performing their tasks.
When mothers are undergoing operations,
Just to save their babies.
I feel the Pain,
When doctors and nurses,
Are ritually performing, instead of zoos.
When hospitals and clinics,
Are now pathways to funeral homes.
I feel the Pain,
When patients are no longer tested,
To be prevented.
When the death rate is greater,
Than the development rate.
I feel the Pain,
When my eyes longer capture,
Those instruments and medications,
That is used to save lives.
I feel the Pain,
When others are in search of a child,
While some prevent themselves,
From bearing.
Why is this a reversible world?
©®2021
A.M Ngumbu, Jr.
Categories:
death rate, war, wind,
Form: ABC
walking threw hell so I can get to heaven,
why must I suffer when my heart is pure,
abused by others with cruel intentions,
liars don't like to be lied to and thieves don't like to get stolen from,
what happens in my community is the most discouraging thing to see,
black men and black women for each other have loyalty,
to give life to a dead man is easier than trying to give life to a black man
how will you give a solution when the problem you don't understand,
will you live for lies or will you die for your truth,
the institute of education will not teach black history to black youth, when we look at the tree of humanity black people are the roots, do you know what you dealing wit, a system that will never quit, selling dreams and goals of things you never gone get, we are fighting genocide, black babies live in a world where they face homicide, the death rate for black people is so high
Categories:
death rate, africa, culture,
Form: Rhyme
Angels of Mercy
To all those who have been deemed essential
Dealing with a virus, with a death rate so potential
Looking into the eyes of a gowned, masked healer
Seeing fatigue and fear, but bravely the concealer
To all the police officers, who place their lives on the line
To all the nurses, who lovingly care for all those confined
To all the doctors, who have always been there for us all
To all the paramedics, caring for the big and very small
To all the bus drivers who bravely take people to and fro
To all the truckers, driving lonely, away from all they know
To all the grocery workers, stocking shelves of what we need
To all the frontline workers, always there to help us succeed
To all the families, adhering to all the social distancing now
To all the children, in this fearful time, being brave somehow
To each and everyone of us, this virus has somehow touched
We are all angels of mercy, our undying humanity untouched
By
Charlie Baker
Categories:
death rate, angel, appreciation, children, courage,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The United States of America
The day has actually come
Halting normal life on earth
Everyone felt the abrupt change
Unexpectedly dissolving our mirth
Now the enemy is creeping our way
Invisibly attacking our precious nation
Thank God our President is mighty fine
Embracing the war challenge with action
Decisive steps were taken right away
Social distancing to immediately begin
To slow down the climbing death rate
Although apart we stand united to win
The cease of the battle is coming soon
Everyone cheering the end of the enemy
Singing the songs of joy and praise
Over and over again with the victory
Family love is now being restored
As the land begins to rejuvenate
Making America beautiful again
Economy will soon start to escalate
Right after the pandemic is over that is
In the end will be hallelujah and praise
Coronavirus will soon be history for us
Amen is then all I will have left to say!
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Categories:
death rate, america, earth, family, leadership,
Form: Narrative
Attention please, many fishes have been hooked by the bait
They flutter their eyes, cross their legs and excuse the death rate
Desensitized by the detest, violence, and killings
But then having the body exposed is way too chilling
Excited in all the madness, there’s no problem with all the gore
After all, it’s in the history books and nursery rhythms lore
Movies and television glorify all the blood lust
It’s all good showing the body being blown into dust
Haters and avengers will go and justify their cries
Self-Righteous amateur politicians with all the silly lies
What is so horrible about verbalizing what love making is?
Structuring different words to fail an anatomy quiz
A banana cream pie is one of many metaphors
Cultures unjustified rules adding to the list of chores
Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
death rate, allusion, conflict, culture, satire,
Form: I do not know?
We’re all hurled
Into the midst,
A perfect world
Does not exist.
Taught to hate,
Doomed to die.
Our death rate
Has soared sky-high.
We can escape,
Begin the climb.
Build to reshape
Free from crime.
Help to offset
Push and shove.
Do not forget
How to love.
Categories:
death rate, hate, inspirational, love,
Form: Rhyme
There is a field where Sherman marched
Across the bloody South
Just beside a freeway, that connects it to the North
No one builds and no one plants on hallowed bloody ground
And late at night tis said there’s ghosts that hover all around
In the spring there’s beauty on this poor forgotten place
No one live remembers the men who died with grace
No cell phones or gadgets to escape the fear and dread
Letters lost or just delayed were part of war twas said
Brothers fighting brothers in a bloody senseless brawl
Shattering a country while a death rate took its toll.
Marching cross the U.S. burning towns just shortly built--
Lynching and destroying without a modicum of guilt.
Streamlined education doesn’t bother with “ancient” facts
Parents want a fast track deal –full deductions in their tax
Highlight education is the modern style—on line.
No room for the how’s and why’s –there simply isn’t time.
So, if you seek reflection in a conversation pit
Find an avid reader for a talk with any wit.
Categories:
death rate, education, history, war,
Form: Ode
a just judge thats' fair in the unjust judge's case never lost any * - * innocent that's fine twelve of your own guilty peers why would you want them - * executioner the swift hand a quick death rate a sadistic one
Categories:
death rate, death, discrimination, freedom, irony,
Form: Senryu
Ha.. they kill one another,
With the family all togather,
And they fall draw with the enemies.
When the time changed,
The men started sleeping at home,
And the queens have nothing to consume.
And the death rate increased.
When they woke up,
They found, the soldiers are eaten and slept.
And nothing remained for consumption,
They are both starving and no option.
They decide to declare a war,
Both to the followers and the leaders.
They care neither the family nor the nation,
And started killing everyone.
The innocents were died,
Nor the guiltiest are survived.
Categories:
death rate, life,
Form: Blank verse
Every day is special, but not all you’d recognize
The Fluffy Slipper Lint Day just took me by surprise
It occurs in late October, the 26th is set aside
When people all over the world celebrate fairies that have died
You don’t know about this fairy, the Fluffy Bunny Slipper
They’re seldom seen by anyone, for they’re a night time tripper
They collect lint from their bellies and insert it in your shoes
Or any other footwear that you choose to use
But lint found in other places is not because of them
They’re strictly slipper fairies, at least they so contend
These creatures are so ancient, historians all say
Their name predates the cuneiform found in ancient clay
The nomenclature “Bunny” comes from their high birth rate
They have to make more fairies before it is too late
Their death rate is tremendous, the family’s almost gone
For often as they’re leaving lint, they just get stomped upon
If you’ve nothing else to celebrate on this October day
Celebrate the Fluffy Bunny Slipper Fairy in your own peculiar way
Categories:
death rate, fantasy, children, day,
Form: Rhyme
There are to many mother's burying their babies..have you been to a funeral lately..the hurt the pain,it's so insane,the count of deaths and the famlies never rest,the death rate is getting higher,and those thatsay they didn't comited the crime turns out to be a liar,the closing of the casket is the last time you see your babies face,but they will always be in your heart in a special place,I know I walked that road before..my son he is with me right now, and forever more,
Categories:
death rate, funeral,
Form: Concrete
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