Lawrence Hall
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
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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.)
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