A chill in the air
For the old, unfair
Joints stiff, in pain
Without the rain
Equatorial the clime
Temperate, prime time
The laptop hums
As it does its sums
Counting viruses new
Ebola, others, a few
Plandemic tick
Effects like Arsenic
sick remedy
an unlicensed Kennedy~
my mortality
To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire with some money
They cannot buy all the necessities
And happiness
We still have to work
To crack our heads
To survive
To feed ourselves
With organics
With vaccines
With logics
With humanity
And so
We have to believe that
God will only help those
Who help themselves
We are all on this journey,
Health is wealth, you see,
Our human race journeys on,
Pandemics, vaccines, don't be long,
We are all in the same boat, you see,
Our 21st Century journey!
This is the viral solstice and I am liberties gambler.
What would I give to taste the fresh air of freedom?
Anything.
Thaw-out that space-cold hope and puncture me – please.
God blesses the poets to write of such miracles.
Sputnik and other vaccines
The pandemic is a time when humankind is attacked nations should work together. Instead, it has become
a business propositions.
Who will sell the most vaccine (not necessarily the best)?
Who makes the most money for the Pharma industry?
And not the cost to the people who need it.
In an article in the Guardian several pharm/chemical
industry and to my amazement the Russian vaccine called
“Without irony” Sputnik was not mentioned, here politics
enter the stage while we wait for the ending of this scene.
I used to be excited on Fridays.
I used to have interesting plans.
My weekends were non-stop hectic,
my time was in high demand.
Now I live in repeated patterns,
I’m a servant to boring routines.
A fleshy teenage automaton,
waiting for science to intervene.
Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout,
I’m more prepared than a marine,
I’ll be out the door like a cartoon coyote,
the second I’m shot with vaccine.
Here we go again another lockdown,
Till December 2nd he said,
Guidelines same as before,
Just for a month this time,
Could be more !!!!
Some must work, they need to for us,
Will everyone follow the rules?,
Probably not,
It's simple stay at home, stay safe,
Things will never be the same again,
Some complain say "it's just the flu",
A vaccine may be years away,
But we may beat it yet if we follow the rules.
Christmas is looming,
Will we be able to celebrate it?,
Know body really knows,
People still getting sick some dying,
Is alarming.
Wash your hands,
Wear a mask,
Sanitize,
Keep 2m distance,
And stay at home it's not hard to follow.
Furlough has been extended till march,
What does that mean?,
Will Christmas banned?,
Will lockdown extend?,
Anyone can catch this it doesnt discriminate,
Just follow the rules.
I took my first pneumonia shot
And now my arm hurts – not a lot
But just enough to let me know
That through my veins vaccine does flow.
Before this year, I’ve blown it off
But now, at least, if I should cough
I’ll chalk it up to just a cold
And panic, thus, will be controlled.
I’ll wait a week or two until
The redness leaves and then I will
Prepare again for pain and tingles
When I get the shot for shingles!
Baby, baby, young and sweet
Your immunity system still so weak
Come and see, the needle meet.
Does no one see the future bleak?
Baby, baby, in the patient’s seat
Do you know what will come to be?
Have you seen the doctor’s sheet?
Oh! Will no one disagree!
The pharmaceutical company’s deceit
The poison in the child’s vaccine
All of this for a pricey receipt
Does all of this go unseen?
No! I will not be discreet!
No! I say with each heartbeat.
Until the vaccines admit defeat
No! No! No! I will repeat.
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