The lies of the world have not changed
Midst the violence of the virus,
The pandemic that could end us
The one that does so tire us,
In so many different ways
Through all the deaths and losses.
The lying cries of liberationists
Who think they are free to choose
How the rest of us should die:
“I will breathe and spit on you
As I desire,
While I cling in fear to my gun.”
As if they could shoot the virus down
With a bullet, not a vaccine or a drug.
“I will open my store, lie it is safe and lure you
To fill my wallet:
My breath I’ll blow upon you
As I snip, or file, or tattoo your wounds away.
Your money will take away my longing
For treasure, possession and place.”
As if the virus were an inconvenient fact,
And not an incontrovertible truth.
“I, POTUS, will lie to you that the U.S. is best
At testing, PPE and PPP:
That those jobs lost to you by immigrants
Will come back greater than before; the stock
market even more!”
When those jobs were long past gone
To innovation, cheaper resource, just in time to store.
“But please, vote for me once more.”
Illusions, all, in the face of nature
We noisily shut out with
Our cars, trains and planes;
With our desire to go farther, faster
While the world goes up in flames
The Amazon will be no more.
We believe we will tame the virus,
Until the next one comes along
And scientists recalculate
How to make us strong,
As fewer of us go on.
Reaching always outward
Never deep within,
To weigh the sins that plague us:
They also the viruses that mutate us
Until our self is them.
Dear God do not deplore us
For failing to sing Adoremus te Deus
And kneeling before thee
As Christus Redemptoris:
Hail Mary and Amen.