Yesterday’s death toll shocks our mind.
It stuns the imagination.
The pervasive hand of Virus Death
hovers across this nation.
Yesterday’s death toll shocks our mind.
It stuns the imagination.
The pervasive hand of Virus Death
hovers across this nation.
Our Country needs a Lullaby
to sooth its broken heart.
Our Country needs a Lullaby
for a people ripped apart.
Our Country needs a Lullaby….
a song that’s sweet and true.
This Lullaby’s for our Country.
And, this Lullaby’s for you.
I saw a rainbow in a cloud
on this partly-sunny day.
The rainbow floated in the cloud,
and then it slipped away.
They say it’s like the flu shot.
I sure hope it won’t be worse.
I know the risk is lesser than
this Dreaded Virus Curse.
Each one makes a choice each day
as we waken from our rest.
We clothe ourselves in apathy, or.
we choose to do our best.
Old women like me get a dowager’s hump…
makes us look all out of whack.
We need to be like the infantry:
Straighten Up Your Back!
I had myself a Chocolate Fix.
It was a sweet and nutty mix.
I savored it – slow and carefully.
And, Oh! It tasted Good to me!
I weep for our country.
I cannot see
how to scour this stain on
our history.
The desperate death toll rises.
Thousands die each day and night.
The vaccine rolls out slowly.
Thousands more will die by night.
The Rubatino trucks are out.
They’re busy on the street…
with flashing lights and crashing gears…
their dominance complete.
I won’t go for my daily walk.
They like to bait and dare me.
They like to lurch their trucks around.
It’s fun for them to scare me.