T’was the year they called The One Of Twenty One
For many folks it wasn’t much fun
While the rest of us stood by, bemused, peaceful and torn
For the TV’d never had such an exciting storm
There was this Beast, this Monster, they said
That snuck in unawares, while in your bed
It got you while standing, never while sitting
It hit you at funerals but, at sports, no hitting
The only ones frightened were those who got jabbed
They were the ones this beast mainly nabbed
The only time in history, a medicine’s failure
Blamed on those not heeding the jailer
Politicians have always lied, my friend
But this dark time they went to the end
They never got jabbed though it saved the rest
This bestial ogre got good folks but not the “best”
With a stop-watch, calendar and status-metre
What no one’s identified, no one can beat her
‘cept Olympic champs, premiers, wealthy and actors
They all slip through and no one factors
While the rest of us may die from this beastly flu
Well, that’s the story they told us, said was true
The elite weren’t jabbed, masked or detentioned
“How’s this?” we ask, but the media never mentioned
So the unwashed heard a story, gory and manic
While the world asleep, leaped up in startled panic
We stood by while the message beamed out, time upon time
And saw people believe in this wondrous nursery rhyme
We held the peace, remained concerned and tried not to snigger
As the media stories grow ever weirder and bigger
How can someone believe a cold that we’ve always had
Could disrupt minds, lives and sanity so bad?
The least stabbed landmass is the least affected[1]
While the most stabbed county has everyone infected[2]
But numbers and data, well, gone by the board
While nightly lashing is what people want stored
But putting numbers and data aside, for that we must
For no one knows which is right and which is bust
The peaceful, fearless ones look in for their truth
To hearts and guts and untainted couth
It’s a battle of Spirit and unswayable knowing
To stand in quiet, in peace and God ever-glowing
The silence it speaks, in gentle tones a’fore
Untrammelled by loud hailers and trumpets of war
The only Truth, my gentle friend, is you, is you, is you
In twenty-one, twenty-two and all moments anew
The world will shout and needle and lower your breath
But keep breathing, listening, knowing and smiling past death
You is the question, you is the answer, kind soul
You’re sacred, healed, complete and God-whole
Gentle Creator wants you smiling, calm, not stormed
So he gave you her voice to heed, gentle and warmed
He gave you a heart, a beat and a message so sure
To never forget you’re divine, eternal and more
Step away from that inner peace, you know only fear
So, step back, step in, and know only care
You is the question
You is the answer
Comments