Mother's Day 2020

Coronavirus diary entry, 10 May 2020

So what if only three percent die?

What does that percent mean? Sigh

A bleak dawn this Mother’s Day

Eighty thousand dead today

with thousands more to come

Someone’s child becomes a sum

And still they gather and shout

Profit before people is what it’s about

Life is cheap… the price of business 

is your life, against all wiseness

The price of business, you see

Is someone else’s child or three

With stimulus billions paid out

Meant to help the working lout

The Stock Market just keeps on

Wall Street enriching itself, son

Love your economy more than your dead

"Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead."

Our healthcare systems cannot cope

Take it to the Supreme Court, dope

Ya know ya gotta kill that law, sure

Take healthcare from the working poor

They’re mostly brown and black

Ya know they don’t matter, jack

Let them be the three percent

You can’t have a test for the intent

To know Covid19 comes under your roof

But, get your guns for armed protest. Oof!

Demand your right to your hairstylist

Your nails need doing by that manicurist

How dare anyone tell you what to do

No pub or shops, stay away from the zoo?

They can’t make you wear a mask, for a start… 

Wash your hands or stay six feet apart

You go out there and get the virus. 

You say you’ll do risk just for us

It'll probably be mild for you. 

No organ damages, probably too

You probably won't end up intubated.

But you're going to give it unabated

to someone else not so fortunate

They won’t know you have it till too late

Yeah… go ahead and be “noble” �" so wise

Spread it far and wide in noble guise

Tell grandma thanks for her life

Tell grandpa say goodbye to your wife

Make that choice for your neighbor 

Choose for your child the unsafe harbor

I should be willing, you know

To die for your convenience… so

I'm just someone else’s child

You’ll stay six feet apart �" exiled 

Only when God tells you, by thunder

He’ll lay you down, six feet under

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is says it all, Momz....
when an economy becomes more important than lives....we are in deep trouble.
There are ways to carefully open, but protests, parties, total disregard for each other...
only more dead that way.
This one made me stand up and cheer for you saying it...
Redzone asked me a good question earlier...wonder how the Beat poets would have written about all of this.
j.

[MomzillaNC]

It's horrifying how easily a too-large percentage of people are willing to cheer on the deaths of fellow humans.

And, that's a great question, Jacob. How do you think the Beat Poets would have written of this? …Jack Kerouac, for example.