The Dead: A COVID-19 poem by Kathy Steinemann
The Dead can’t rescue the economy,
Can’t save the world from this dichotomy,
Can’t pay taxes or vote in an election,
Because they died from this corona infection;
Can’t sit with family, sip on their tea,
Can’t bounce little ones on their knee,
Can’t help them learn, can’t watch them grow,
Can’t buy them gifts or teach them to throw;
The Dead can’t save you from amoral greed,
Can’t steal your “freedom,” your rights impede;
They can’t educate you, but they can ask,
“Please be kind and wear a [bleeped] mask!”
© Kathy Steinemann
It was dark and warm inside the high ceilinged church. Hubby and I stood together. Up front, on a large screen, a worship band video played with the lyrics displayed on the side. Continue reading A bit of perspective
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