And here it is the fatality trap
More fear is spread rather than fact
Like a virus it grows and consumes all the masses
Hysteria will rise from common sense ashes
Toilet roll gone and masks for our faces
But if we wash our hands there won't be any traces
At least the supermarkets are happily selling
To every consumers worst fear of dying
The media machine is the anti body
Protecting us faithfully with well written knowledge
While our governments lobby for the right to lockdown
Every healthy person alive where Corona is found
Remember Swine Flu?
That nasty old sow
And the one that flu over the cuckoos nest
Well it's the bats turn now
This healthy cynic cannot subscribe
To a well used practice of fear diatribe
And should I fall ill from this infectious disease
I'd die with a look of surprise on my face
Give yourself a healthy dose of truth
At least four times a day just before food
Because despite what's shown it's really not that bad
Coronavirus is by far not the worst that we've had.
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Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: OK. This poem may be contentious considering the current climate and I have not seen anyone write about it yet (unless I\\\'ve missed it). But this is really how I feel about this. There is only one disease that\\\'s being spread here and that is fear. Apologies if I offend or upset anyone.
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she washed her hands in water quite hot
for she'd heard on the news what to do and what not
confidently then in the parking lot
a car drove by and she was fatally shot
There are so many things can kill us out there as we innocently go about our daily business.
The last thing she cried
As she painfully died
Was I was just about to go to the Docs!
This is poetry.. not contentious.. methinks we might just have to see how things yet develop..
Stay well my friend..
Cough, spluter, cough. I will Nev, cough. Thanks for reading it, cough, cough
I know - I worry about large brown and green things that might fall out of the tree and kill me - snooker tables I mean!
An old joke there. Meanwhile - do ya see me and a firend up the tree playing snooker?!
I didn't think they played with hairy balls in snooker?!
Let's just hope this virus goes away as soon as possible and that our governments don't fall into totalitarian madness in the process. Sharp, clever poem.
I wont hold my breath! Thanks for reading
Fear spreads like wild-fire and whilly agree with your final words on this issue of a Finality Trap.
Thanks Fay 🙂
Such a true write SC. The cynic in me has been wondering now that Corona virus is all the news what is being hidden form us that the government are doing with other laws in our lives.
I will not get it as I drank bottles of the antidote when I was a child.
The great conspiracy! There is no conspiracy GF. We always get f*****!
This antidote wouldn't happen to have yeast and sugar in it would it?
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