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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