When Forced To Fight Two Viruses At The Same Time
By: Suzanne V. Tanner
Tags: Future, World, Politics, Poetry, Inspiration

Today you see the

skin plastered with punctures,

cavities of varying sizes.

Some bloody and others

oozing with pestilence.

These craters on human bodies

suffer visibility and obscurity

all at once.

Our perception of the assault wanes,

depending on

the time of day or

whether a good sleep descended

the night before.

The mutilations, the stabs

are excruciating.

Soothing, or sometimes

an imagined state of numb unfolds

whenever a spray of bullshit

exits the aerosol can

controlled by the

bully on the pulpit.

Wounds like this are known

to eventually

extinguish life or else

convert beings into some version

of walking corpses.

Hourly callous verbal inundations

are delivered through

old and new media.

Espoused by

deluded, lying, pious, greedy,

smoke-and-mirrors

villains.

They expose their blatant evil,

while firmly rejecting the obvious before

our eyes.

They promise us their devotion

and support,

as they simultaneously

rip sustenance from

our minds, bellies and souls.

Our subservience exhibited

in one degree or another

provides their evening

fast food

entertainment.

If you listen carefully

while you stroll the lawn,

hoots and hollers

compete only with

the rattling gold chains

attached to their bloated wallets.

We, their reluctant or

abiding enablers,

gifted them power

even though we are

dubbed

court jesters.

Do we hear when

every single evidenced-based

accusation against them is

refuted?

Their obscene public actions

should extinguish those

denials.

Do we see when

every single coffee cup

held in a trembling hand

is firmly

denied its cupness?

In ALL CAPS

he warns us,

we the perforated skin recipients,

MY HAND WAS EMPTY!!!!!

We, the struggling to survive folks,

receive a putrid diet of

falsehood slop

triumphantly shovelled

down our throats.

.

We writhe attempting

to discern the sham of it all.

If we are not careful

soon, very soon, our fate

will be aimless trudging toward

what remains of

our time on earth.

We massage our slitted skin,

attempting in vain to soothe

the endless piercings

inflicted daily by

the fabricated utterings

seeping out of the mouths

belonging to

those who

spit nails.

My friends,

We are beyond exhausted, fighting two battles at once. More than two. I reserve the full list of combat and struggles for an additional conversation.

Our fuses are short, and our minds are overloaded. As we hear and watch deniers of both catastrophes, our thoughts and expressions are incredulous. Yet, we cannot give up. We cannot minimize the severity of our situation.

No sand nor ostrich heads allowed.

Our very lives and way of living are on the line. As ethical, respectful, kind and peaceful people, we must persevere. We have no choice but to do everything in our power to make a difference.

Onward together.

© Suzanne V. Tanner, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

My thanks go again to J.D. Harms and his prompt for the Scrittura team: NAILS. Please enjoy J.D.’s fabulous and fierce contribution:

Thanks again for your time, my dear reading and writing friends.

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