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Ceremonies of the Horsemen

Sitting here in Limbo, Waiting for the dice to roll

Sitting here in Limbo……

2020 seemed like another insane, poorly written reality show

The Orange King was jumping around the stage

Eructating lies in all directions

The year-round celebration of wealth, Super Bowl, me two criminals, Oscars

Glittering media stars parading in flashing garments

And jeweled eyelashes intercut with global warming

Stock market soaring and then:

The Pale Horseman came to town

At first most everyone smiled and lied

The Orange King assured us it was a big nothing burger

 

 

But Covid soon flowed into all our lives

Our screens flashing with red and black numbers

Then the Lines of the dead, the diseased

the jobs lost, the hearts of the cities filled with silence

The ICUs filled with flashing machines and the vicitms

No longer could the lies cover the honesty of fear

Soon quiet solemn doctors recited the grim truths

Except for the Orange King who could not stop yelling obscenities

Every night the horseman swung its great scythe

And the coffins were shrouded in mass graves

The parties have ended, the arenas are empty

The true competition of trying to stay alive begins

Silence, except the ambulances screaming by

The tv anchors have poor lighting, bad makeup,

Mumbling behind their masks

Some caught the illness, some cried, some tried to comfort us

 

 

Now with springtime all around us,

Covered with an abundance of green life

Are our soft bodies safe from the dread horseman’s hand?

But no, even in time of quarantine and fear

The police ****** black men

Tear gas and fire fill the darkened streets

The Second Horseman is now riding

Cities are on fire

Can those of us who still love struggle towards

That far green place, where we all live in justice and in peace?

Do we have the courage to carry on?

Listening to all of those who have been murdered and exploited?

The Gray men with their wealth and weapons think we will forget

Smirking and planning their next robberies

Both the Horsemen are ready to strike

And now is the time for our choice, 1861, 1914, 1939, 1968…NOW.

Gibbens 4/3—6/16/20

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Jun 17, 2020
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