Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo…
They say (because there’s always a “they” to say)
That a new variant has come to harry us
With death, the fear of death, the denial of death
Even along crowded corridors of death
Where masses stumble over war metaphors
In the torchlight of perpetual outrage
While clenching fists and chanting molossus shrieks
In their world lit only by glowing screens
But you and I – we have our garden to work
Children to raise, and poetry to write
And God in Whom to trust
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo…
They say (because there’s always a “they” to say)
That a new variant has come to harry us
With death, the fear of death, the denial of death
Even along crowded corridors of death
Where masses stumble over war metaphors
In the torchlight of perpetual outrage
While clenching fists and chanting molossus shrieks
In their world lit only by glowing screens
But you and I – we have our garden to work
Children to raise, and poetry to write
And God in Whom to trust
(Molossus – the three-beat metre, not the dog)
Grow up, get the jab, wear the mask, and don't yell at people.