Dedicated to the doctors, nurses, healthcare workers and all those fighting the enemy with the least of protection and most of the burden. COVID-19
The malls will reopen
Restaurants will be buzzing,
Noise filled streets, roadways humming
Planes will again soar up roaring!
School back in session,
Mornings once more alive,
Schoolyards will reclaim:
Their cheerful chaos.
Spring dances and graduations,
Days with meaning, weekend plans.
Work will be joyful,
May be boring or testing.
Daily grind, again driving us crazy
Rushing home, honking and yelling:
Cuz someone else isn’t fast enough -isn’t moving.
Handshakes and hugs, high fives and gatherings,
Workouts and practices, ballgames and swimming,
Neighbors rejoicing and backyard grilling!
Enemy weakened, defeated will retreat
Air will breath, a sigh of relief!!
Scared no more, nor anxious or unsure,
No TV blaring, no pandemic overload,
No #stayhome, no curve to flatten,
Memes and cat videos, back in fashion!
High tide will break, calm seas gleaming.
We will come out on the other side!
But until then,
It is ———-
A war with this enemy, with an army unarmed,
No plans for weapons, no armor around.
Helpless yet selfless,
Scared, still onwards,
Realizing they are, all but on their own.
They keep on marching,
To a battle unplanned, nuance and unnerving.
McGyvering, tinkering and crafting along,
With Makeshift masks, recycled gloves,
Not enough gowns, not enough beds,
Not enough voices to raise the alarm.
On a ship without a captain, the compass awry
They steer unarmed, unwavering
Towards an iceberg, too large to avoid.
I watch and wonder, how long and how far?
It has to get better, it has to get clearer.
Or is Tennyson saying “but to do or die?”
How long doctors and nurses will get by?
Without gloves, gowns, masks and beds:
Do healthcare workers really have to die?
So —-
When this is all over and life returns,
I worry - what will we be standing on?
A mountain of regret, steps mistaken?
Pleas unheard, warnings not heeded?
When this is all over, damage recounted:
I worry, what will we be standing on?
The Triumphant Zumwait, with glory abound?
Or the Titanic with her wreckage, her heroes unfound?
Restaurants will be buzzing,
Noise filled streets, roadways humming
Planes will again soar up roaring!
School back in session,
Mornings once more alive,
Schoolyards will reclaim:
Their cheerful chaos.
Spring dances and graduations,
Days with meaning, weekend plans.
Work will be joyful,
May be boring or testing.
Daily grind, again driving us crazy
Rushing home, honking and yelling:
Cuz someone else isn’t fast enough -isn’t moving.
Handshakes and hugs, high fives and gatherings,
Workouts and practices, ballgames and swimming,
Neighbors rejoicing and backyard grilling!
Enemy weakened, defeated will retreat
Air will breath, a sigh of relief!!
Scared no more, nor anxious or unsure,
No TV blaring, no pandemic overload,
No #stayhome, no curve to flatten,
Memes and cat videos, back in fashion!
High tide will break, calm seas gleaming.
We will come out on the other side!
But until then,
It is ———-
A war with this enemy, with an army unarmed,
No plans for weapons, no armor around.
Helpless yet selfless,
Scared, still onwards,
Realizing they are, all but on their own.
They keep on marching,
To a battle unplanned, nuance and unnerving.
McGyvering, tinkering and crafting along,
With Makeshift masks, recycled gloves,
Not enough gowns, not enough beds,
Not enough voices to raise the alarm.
On a ship without a captain, the compass awry
They steer unarmed, unwavering
Towards an iceberg, too large to avoid.
I watch and wonder, how long and how far?
It has to get better, it has to get clearer.
Or is Tennyson saying “but to do or die?”
How long doctors and nurses will get by?
Without gloves, gowns, masks and beds:
Do healthcare workers really have to die?
So —-
When this is all over and life returns,
I worry - what will we be standing on?
A mountain of regret, steps mistaken?
Pleas unheard, warnings not heeded?
When this is all over, damage recounted:
I worry, what will we be standing on?
The Triumphant Zumwait, with glory abound?
Or the Titanic with her wreckage, her heroes unfound?
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