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Send in the Warriors
“Deep down, all of us are Warrior-Poets.”
Having nightmares of Harry Potter Dementors
added to worries about paying the mortgage,
and fears about just going to the store,
feeling as if bound tightly with cordage,
snacking hard, cupboards to forage,
eye strain from too much internet surfing,
becoming hoarse from loud cursing;
hunkering down as in a nuclear war,
those corona droplets aping radiation,
staring every day at a closed door,
struck mute as an entire nation,
people attacked by a viral ablation--
we must pray to all our gods
in a country run by frauds.
Even so we are all human,
and there is nothing we can’t overcome,
for we are the yolk, corona is the ovalbumin.
We are not defeated, or struck dumb.
there’s hearty ancestors we’ve sprung from.
It’s not how many times we’re knocked down,
but rather how much courage found.
Probably there’s never been so much fear
on the entire naked infected planet,
losing many things we hold dear,
our resolve must turn to granite.
Not since our species was lanate
have we faced a fiercer foe,
but either we will stay or we will go.
Posted over at d'Verse Poets Pub