Long Death rate Poems
Long Death rate Poems. Below are the most popular long Death rate by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Death rate poems by poem length and keyword.
It swept across our world at the start of this year
An invisible enemy that brought with it great fear
My government was concerned about the economy
And let this merciless virus invade my country.
They said “let’s build resistance with herd immunity “
And like wildfire it spread throughout the community
"We'll take it on the chin" Boris Johnson said
A costly failure now thirty two thousand are dead
And our brave health workers on the front line
Told if they wash their hands everything will be fine
They cried out for protective equipment endlessly
For many it came too late and they died needlessly.
I'm amazed and so angry that they acted slowly
It was all over the news; how did they not see?
Questions will be asked when this pandemic is over
Those in power will be squirming as they run for cover.
England now has a death rate higher than Italy
They could have locked down sooner preventing tragedy
We're guided by the science they continued to say
While people with common sense looked on in dismay.
The beautiful world that I once knew has now been lost
To get to where we were before will come at a great cost
Many families will struggle to make ends meet
While our leader lives it up at his country retreat.
The government's mistakes will be paid for in high tax
There will be an inquiry that will say they were lax
Of course they will deny it and through their teeth lie
Avoiding questions as to why the death toll was so high.
When this pandemic is finally over I know where I'll be
I'll be making up for lost time spending it with family.
I'm so grateful too, that all my family are still alive
But mournful of those poor souls that didn't survive.
Written on the 6th May 2020.
For, In Times Like These Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Silent One.
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
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
Form:
I could see the virus approaching so why couldn't he?
But he had to keep investors happy and save the economy
On his watch people in their thousands, died needlessly
The U.K. had a spiralling death rate, a preventable tragedy.
He didn't listen to the top scientists, they have said so
I hope he doesn't try and deny it and say he didn't know
Care home residents from hospitals sent home to die
A ring of steel around the vulnerable, seems that was a lie.
Denials and lies seems to be a politicians stock in trade
Many have looked on in horror at the decisions he's made
Lockdowns were implemented but sadly too late
While the virus was spreading at an alarming rate.
He said " no more lockdowns, let the bodies pile high"
His advisor said he said it and of course he'll deny
The Bereaved Families for Justice, want a public enquiry
A waste of taxpayers money because he governs with impunity.
He stood in his doorway clapping with a smile on his face
What he offered the NHS 'heroes' is nothing short of a disgrace
They were offered a paltry rise of a measly one percent
Many put themselves at risk and are now struggling to pay rent.
These pandemics are nothing new and this one won't be the last
It's a shame that he and other leaders didn't learn from the past
Politicians are sparse with the truth, and they often deceive
But please make up your own mind on who you want to believe.
Written on 25th May 2021.
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.!
~A Poet Cherishes Her Freedom~
People jogging, laughing riding gleaming bicycles.
Some serenely picnicking by the lake on thick, green grass.
Parking lots full of happy people in stores,
Mothers Day looked more like the Fourth of July!
I was so very blessed to see this, I plain wanted to cry.
Instead,with joy I cheered, and with glee and relief, sighed!
Nobody at my daughter's was behind their couch, with masks in hiding.
Children outside on their beloved sidewalks, with tricycles riding.
We all said grace and ate in our normal, familial spaces.
With faith in God first, before obnoxious social disancing graces!
The major hospital parking lot, I never saw it so empty.
As my part of California, is the land of His graces, aplenty.
Plenty of freedom here, we are no longer living in media lies and exaggerated fear.
As we do hold the rights in our Constitution, far more dear!
People are river rafting in the Sacramento River.
It gives freedom crushers a very cold shiver!
However, our Governor is unhappy with our lowering death rate.
His goal is that we live in constant fear, so only he can control our fate?
(Not going to happen, mate!)
I guess he does not know American History well?
He thinks he is a school principal and we run whenever he rings his unconstitutional bell.
Get a grip, Governor Newsom....dearest!
For you see, we hold our freedoms, forever first and nearest!
May 11, 2020
7:30pm PST
And so it was that night
When the hands of time
Fell upon the shoulders of my clan!
It was like the terrains of our only source,
Of our only hope will be lost.
When we heard those heavy footsteps
Pounce beyond the walls of our city gates,
Those footsteps that left imprints
Of the hand claps of death that rings
On the deepest inside of our beings,
On the fearful outside of our skins,
On the hidden makeup of our genes
And bringing remembrance of past sins!!
Our human frame became aquiver,
Our human structure became bitter
Because that night our city gate
Became the home of death rate!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched them detach
My brothers head with knives,
I watched my brother kneel
With head afloat
Slowly letting go drops of blood through his eyelids!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched a little child being burned
With fossil fuels showered upon her skin,
I watched the little child freeze
With mouths open wide,
Lying still and slowly giving up the ghost!!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
I have no intention of jumping off the cliff,
Despite having the ability to manufacture a reason,
To show there is a season.
So why am I so sure,
When others who seem much more together, than me,
Jump out of season,
For no apparent reason.
If I ever wrote a list of reasons to,
It would far outweigh the reasons not to.
But still the seasons and the reasons come and go,
And I am still not seen at the top of the cliff,
Despite many a tiff.
I can't blame my apparent sanity,
For this state of mind,
That has got me through so many seasons,
When others for whatever reason,
Have chosen to end a season,
Looking up from the bottom of a cliff,
As all who know me will agree,
I have had moments they don't believe were sane.
Maybe I was born lucky and came without a self-destruct button,
Or decided early on that purpose can outweigh almost any number of reasons,
For not seeing out another season.
Especially if that purpose has was planted in the right soil,
By those who were not afraid of a little toil,
Or cod liver oil,
Mixed with malt that came in a can that never seemed to run out,
No matter how many times my spoon was dipped into it,
When I thought no one was looking.
So, if you are standing at the top of a cliff,
Because of some tiff,
And have never tasted malt and cod liver oil,
I know a place where you can get it wholesale,
But only online while we are in lockdown,
To keep the death rate down.