In their enthusiasm To prove they were genius and wise Rest fighting corona fools Motivational speakers Spiritual leaders Deranged doctors Often showed stats Corona virus conspiracy political and pharmaceutical More people die of Heart disease, cancer etc. Than due to Covid 19 These nincompoops failed appreciate Unlike heart disease, cancer etc. Corona contagious With no proven medical cure May send you To crematorium or Burial ground In a little time It's precautions That kept stats down Otherwise it would Make cities and towns Burial grounds When aware enemy is around You cannot close your eyes Akin pigeons when the cat is around Heart disease, cancer may take you unaware If diagnosed in time Chances great to survive These diseases don't catch People around Pro corona stats highlighters Great disservice you're doing You shouldn't go unpunished You made the public complacent
Don’t let me doubt. If you let your doubt out, I’ll never see the light of sun. Not above not below Not ever, not anymore. There are sparks in my eyes, A flame that’s dim Don’t let it go out Don’t let it out. The color of your blue sky interlaced With the brights of my eyes. It keeps me alive. Letting me down, Letting my doubt run free Planting seeds to never see them sprout, It still leaves these weeds inside of me. See these weeds, Something you’ve never heard Words you’ll say again Green grows out of my mouth Faster faster Harboring the in the arbor of my mind My truth, your lies. Is it your truth or is it mine? I’m quiet. It hurts. Every breath of life feels worse The doubt the doubt the doubt It sprouts and grows But none of this you’ll ever know. I’m captured and I can’t be found. Again I ask, Don’t let your doubt out.
You know, the sun could burn so hot, but it never tells you how it hurts when it burns so low instead. Once, you've said, I'm like a bottle of sunshine you sip on cloudy days. That my smile parallels a sun for how it could light up a room or warm a heart. But you could not tear open a sun and touch something cold inside. I have known millions of smiles similar to mine. Under cloudy skies, just millions of burning suns.
Rude, infant cloud, stamping east - will you carry something for me? Bleachy lump, shroud, linen's careless crease in bloodless aerie, trawl a lyric to quay. White-headed, bowed beneath high fleece, insolent taffy, ferry over salt-rutted sea: Take them, these words - before I ask the birds.