Monday, October 19, 2020

Damage

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Damage

 

A flat tire can be fixed

A friendship can be revived

An old car can be replaced

A leaky roof can be patched

A scratch on a wall can be forgotten

A bad experience a broken chair

But a damaged nation is hard to repair

 

Like a façade in a local play

The nation stood on shaky ground

Its healthcare system strung together

With chicken wire and duct tape

Its poor falling into homelessness

Its rich growing richer

At the expense of all others

Its military engaged in endless war

Desperation at the door

 

Now we teeter on the edge

Of absolute collapse

A runaway contagion

Two steps from a Great Depression

Thousands dead and thousands dying

Democracy imperiled

 

It’s getting harder to bear

I must wonder: Do we care?

One false move and all is gone

To our children it’s not fair

A damaged nation is hard to repair

 

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