COVID is a curse in every way
and now a method which to hide
not just your face or implicit shame,
but immutable western pride.
How it came, well, only doctors say -
ignorant of its sinister side.
"Put on your mask!"; "Do it our way!"
OR, "All of the innocent will die!"
I wonder, way back in the day,
when doctors with beaks tending bedside,
could do nothing, but look like a shade
and wait for death's outgoing tide.
Did it work? Was the plague unmade?
Did masks of horror with muffled chides
help nosy doctors to save the day,
or was it a superstitious ride?
I know how distant we all are today
and how the plague is used to divide
by zealots way too eager to shame -
using our fear's unsteady stride.
The doctrine of doctors, to me is insane
and its power is seen far and wide.
"Have faith in the medic", some will say.
That oppressive power is what I despise.
Go away oh 'beaked one', leave me this day.
My life is for me to decide!
Through your mask, must I blow out the flames
of fires you've tended worldwide?!
I know that my words may cause some dismay,
so I'll propose that we all may decide.
Put on your mask and blow out a flame.
If you can, was it all ill prescribed?
- Author: Eugene S. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 24th, 2020 10:48
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 39
Comments2
'Put on your mask and blow out a flame.
If you can, was it all ill prescribed?'
-- a pertinent question to all of us groping to find a path
Thanks for reading and hearing.
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