Wednesday, September 23, 2020

New Poem 200,000

 200,000

 Two Hundred Thousand

 How many of these people

 Would still be alive today

 If this wasn’t an election year

 If national plans preserving public health 

 Had been regarded as something 

 Worthwhile instead of violating

 Republican orthodoxy about

 Big Government, State’s Rights,

 And Free, Unfettered Markets

 >

 You probably have relatives 

 Who still believe the Trump Lie

 That his woeful response was better

 Than doing nothing and maybe causing 

 An apocryphal figure of Two Million deaths

 Thanks to their belief in the infallibility 

 Of The Donald,  you’ll probably spend

 Virtual holidays on phone, Zoom or FaceTime 

 Unless you give in and say you don’t know

 Anyone who actually has Coronavirus 

 And you sit closely alongside family

 Passing the Russian roulette pistol around

 Between servings of turkey, stuffing and cranberries 

 Working on raising the casualty numbers to

 Two Hundred Seventy Five Thousand

 Or perhaps an even 300K

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