Like wartime London

Like wartime London during the blitz

Like wartime London during the blitz
The aftershock of invasion
Some give in and some resist
The invisible breath of covid
If you could reveal it with coloured dye
A whole new empire might emerge
Of pathways hither and thither
And at the end of the pathways
Is a wooden spoon, a potential death
In massed housing of the poor
Should they paint across the door a red cross?
Should the Marshalls lock them in?
Should the Marshalls seal them up?
The virus likes the lower levels
The dark passageways it travels
Where people do not matter
It makes their lungs rattle
It consumes them like convenient meals
The virus has a key to open deaths door
And in through there the people pour
It sets a clock on chromosomes and cells
It sets the alarm on the unpaid loans of life
The battle fields of hospital wards
In the oxygen masks and lumpy overalls
Amongst the movable instruments
The wheelie beds, the bleepers
The covid coma victims are set like cultured pearls
They are given prognosis like now or not yet
And just as in the beginning of any battle
Those in denial speak the loudest
Those in denial act like fools
Wanting to live their life together
Without interference
Wanting to keep their world together
Ignoring supervision
They cluster and they complain
The virus doesn’t matter
They are immune to death and pain
They believe in themselves
They put themselves first
And the virus passes right through them
One dies here, the others continue oblivious
This is the advantage of being a virus
It kills and it does not have to answer
It uses the foolish to target the weakest
And where there’s neglect it’s at its strongest
And the angel was told to pour out the vial
And leave the olive and the grape
And a third of the people died
But of those who remain will they place the blame
Will they continue on the same?
This after all is human nature
To love what money can buy
But there is not enough money to save them
Wealth against death falls short
It’s better to be a public servant
Then to pack the beaches
But even with this career
There’s an element of fear
Big events are made by big people
And the biggest person of all
Is invisible after all

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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