Everyone’s getting sick,
out work without a check,
and their healthcare is ****,

cause insurance is something
that they can’t even get.

They say keep your distance,
but we were distant long before
we turned a pandemic into a war.

Strangers rush the stores,
trying to buy more
then they need,
but that’s from fear
not from greed.

So, people stay away,
and I don’t see
the children going out to play,

last month everything was okay,
but less than three weeks ago
our whole world up and changed.

I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help

A blue clad man stands,
supposedly
strong and proudly,
but underneath
the macho bleeds,
and he feels
that he is too weak,
so internally
he speaks.

Shame on him
for not always smiling,
for occasionally faltering,
and unknowingly exposing
any real emotions.

Shame on him
for not pushing
to complete exhaustion
to reach imagined
standards of perfection.

Shame on him
for not stretching
to harbor every single
lonely scarred
broken heart
that needs
a helping hand.

What a shame,
Isn’t he a man?

he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath

Knee to the neck
Face in the asphalt
Only in America
"Well, it must be the Black's fault!"

"Listen to the police,
...and what they're insisting!"
Floyd said he couldn't breathe
And he wasn't resisting

"Don't commit crime
...and this won't happen!"
You racist motherf@$!er,
Have you no compassion?

Did you view the same
Recording as me,
And where did you develop
Your lack of empathy?

'Relieved of duty' isn't enough
It's the bare minimum
Do right by our brothers and sisters
And charge this f@$!ing criminal

Lock up Derek Chauvin
And the others involved
Until Justice is served
This won't be resolved

We did not evolve
to sit alone all
walled up in
our personal prisons.

We grew to be
hugging and touching,
not hiding
and scared,
afraid that the virus out there
will get us
and cause
us to be
the reason why
our loved ones
get sick and die.

We did not survive this long
by existing in
a state of constant anxiety
and suspicion,
of being timid when
stranger come in
needing help,
but now we hesitate
not out of hate
but from a desire
to keep those we love safe.

We grew to be
something
of beauty,
a collective to see
striving for the betterment
our shared humanity.

Or, perhaps, that was
just my little fantasy
and this fear induced reality
of isolation
that we’re facing,
is the place
we have been racing
to get to since
the industrial revolution.

I’ve seen one fragile body
go from zero to sixty,
go from nothing to anxiety
and shaking
then to thin arms of rage
and a voice made for breaking
those she loved.

I’ve seen the thin lines
on her skin
as the child tries to
take what tears her up from within
and pull out all of her feelings.

I’ve seen a grown man
break down and cry
unable to verbalize why.

I’ve watched the world
and felts its pain
but seldom got up
to save them all
and that is my personal shame.

Don't you admire his ringwork;
His footwork and speed?
Dance. Jab. Dance.
Did you see Rambonehead snap?
Glossy-eyed. Swollen and staggering
Like the bloated incumbent.
Jab. Dance. Jab.
The Dope's been roped.
The final count's on.

The Queen is in the Tower,
She decrees to step out;
But the bouffant needs some tending,
And Royal chin y chin hairs sprout.

The Queen is in the Tower,
She dines well when she eats;
But Lizzie's in a tizzy now,
No walk-abouts on her street.

The Queen is in the Tower,
Standard at full mast;
When the Union Flag is lowered,
Royal Heirs will know she passed.

I’ve dealt with fascist,
super A type asshats
that want to control everything.
They are frequently strictly
overmanaging me.

I am not conservative or liberal.
I am poetic not literal,
so please don’t feed me your vitriol.

I got no political agenda
except to convince you
to basically just be
a kinder collectively.

So, give me less attitude
and I will give you
a life lived with gratitude.

The heart that has been haloed
by horrible years of abuse,
ill-used still learns to view
the world with love
and tidal waves of
compassion.

The mind that has been
constantly poisoned
by ruthless men
and heartless women,
still finds that little
sparkling light
to push back the snakes
that slither in the night.

The person
who could have been
horrible,
but chose instead
to take the terrors
that stir in his head
and brew a better
not bitter being.

May not be the prettiest thing,
but is far more beautiful than
any Hollywood fantasy.