The Great Divide

It’s been a month since I posted. Wow. I’ve been writing my novel and the first draft is about 75% done. The time when I’m not writing, I’ve been stewing about the covid-19 response here in our country. It breaks my heart that so many have been ill and that many deaths could have been prevented. This poem captures some of my feelings.

Reports make me heated,
about stunts and feats most foul.
Do others feel as defeated
and stomp round and scowl?

Aye, and fur all aflame
Claim I’m the ghoul,
touting themselves as heroes of name.
When, really, they are the fool.

Once peas in a pod allied,
now divided and undone.
However can we set aside
the fiery hate of a sun?

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