Conversation With Relatives
Today, I feel an intense resolve. About two years ago, family members frequently shared news of someone's passing—whether it was from the village or someone I had once known. During those conversations, I would tense up and firmly request that they refrain from calling with bad news.
Death is a constant reminder, glaring at us from our calendars.
I recall a time when my neighbor had called to inform me that someone was outside my door, dressed in black, was banging on it.
My immediate thought was that the Angel of Death was seeking me out. In these pandemic days, he is everywhere, like an Amazon Prime van overshadowing UPS trucks.
While the world faces shutdowns, some individuals refuse to take it seriously.
They blatantly reject the vaccines, either out of selfishness or fear of death. It's essential to acknowledge that death will claim us all; poets write about it because they express truths that other forms of communication often miss.
As Lao Tzu stated, "A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live."
My mantra today is to seize each moment and live every day as if it's my last.
Pregnancy news arrived one day,
Bringing joy and anxiety in May.
But confidence grew, boosted from above,
From my husband, sent of love.
Pregnancy had its ups and downs,
Surviving shutdowns, night and day, no frowns.
Responsibility doubled, sleepless nights too,
But I kept moving forward, seeing it through.
Now working again, with a newfound pride,
Free from questions that once would not subside.
Being a housewife is a job so grand,
With responsibilities that span this land.
A mother's job is round the clock, no breaks,
But I won't change a thing, for my baby's sake.
Seeing my baby's smile, my heart's delight,
Forever and always, my love shines bright.
Elitist's Outcome
America is crumbling
Invasions almost complete
They're silencing all our voices
Our rights trying to deplete
Freedom's quickly dwindling
Indoctrination the way
Corruption's all that's left
As our arms are stripped away
Intentionally leaving us helpless
Defenseless and the prey
Politician's bloodied hands
Traitors who have led us astray
Coming electronic shutdowns
All communications lost
Intentionally poisoned waters
Famine's our inevitable cost
Embedded foreigners attacking
A bloody civil war
World powers invading
Devastation shore to shore
Elitists in their bunkers
Nuclear holocaust ensues
Their population reset
Genocide quickly accrues
But when the dust settles
And they slither from their lairs
To digest all their spoils
As Earth's new supreme heirs
Unfortunately their utopia
Was grossly miscalculated
Dismissing God's tribulation
His wrath was not anticipated
Now they see their final fate
Left here to suffer and dwell
With scorched bodies and endless pain
In this dismal abyss He made Hell
At first herd immunity was the go
When most people got it and recovered
COVID would have no where to go.
It would die out, starved of victims,
Starved of infections from which to spread.
Then came the shutdowns, must get vaccinated
to get out and about.
Get jabbed - once, twice, three times,
four, five, and more.
But Omnicon changed all that.
The vaccinated got infected.
The infected got reinfected.
Now all has changed.
The politics says: 'Let it rip'
It can't be stopped.
Everyone will get it.
The vulnerable will die and be eliminated
Most people will recover.
We must learn to live with it.
There is no choice now, no solution.
The little bag of chemicals,
the virus, that needs to reinfect forever to survive.
The virus that cannot live without us, as parasitic hosts,
has won,
R.I.P.
My dearest internet
My bread and butter
If you disappear
I am fretting
When typhoon strikes
You are nowhere to be found
When power shutdowns
I fiercely frowned
You are the source
Of my resource
My happiness
My brightness..
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