Oh Give me food to eat
I’m weary from disease
so many lives were lost
help us will you please…
This is part of a poem written for the Ebola orphans of Liberia and a project we are trying to raise money for their care.
Tag: Ebola
Child’s Play #poetry #ebola #children
One
The number of people
remaining in my family
who are alive
Two
days ago they buried mother
all I saw was a bag
no one her age has survived
Three
dead trees left of my village
warning of departed spirits
the only voices you hear
Four
Down the hallway, behind closed doors
you will find a ward of untended people
laying in their own waste I fear
Five
Is the age I was at my last birthday
no one knows if I will see my sixth
Does anyone care if I die?
*****
I was sickened to read about the treatment of dying men, women and children at ground zero for Ebola. Half a year ago, the CDC and WHO excused away a virus that killed 70-90% of it’s victims. When isolation could have kept the death toll in the 100s, commerce took precedence. The lack of action and ambivalence has resulted in unnecessary death and disaster in West Africa.
Apocalypse Yesterday #news #humor #poetry
“Step Right Up, Sit Right Down
What we offer is for free
you simply give to us your hand
we take your soul and play the lottery”
*
the hawkers were at it again
dawn til dusk it’s always the same
they had to corner a billion or so
before the winter’s came
*
people by the month
in a long and steady line
you can wave at each other
Skype has a cadence to step in time
*
“Don’t take candy from a stranger”
mama’s instruction runs through my head
you may not be taking poison
but I assure you will be dead
*
I looked in my cereal bowl
only three flakes one table-spoon of milk
my children’s tummies are screaming
they’re aching to be filled
*
“EXTRA, EXTRA read all about it”
special’s for today
a loaf of rotten bread
new beheadings on display
*
Ebola has been countered
so the newscasters have us misled
politically they tell their lies
soothing our unease and dread
*
The circus will soon be coming
the tents are in our town
you have to be a magician
to keep the bayonets down
*
in the original story
four horsemen had a goal
all corners of the ravaged earth
to recieve disaster’s bowls
*
pestilence, we have so little
famine, it’s just a pinch
earthquakes and fires never
tornadoes theyr’e a cinch
*
Truthfully what is there to fear
there’s forewarning on the news
and think of all the movies
they’ve stocked with ample clues
*
I really am not worried
were making out just fine
two boxes left of wheat chex
for milk we stand in line
*
the lines are getting longer
but not as long as some
I’ve heard in parts of Russia
they stand for weeks to come
when all of this is over
I’ll thankfully raise hat to hand
and pack the kids and what not
we’ll off to Disneyland
***
This is meant to be dark humor, but if you don’t notice a shred of truth just look at the news, go to the grocery store where cereal boxes have shrunk in size (twice is less than 2 months). Ebola and beheadings are serious issues that “they” are having a hard time finding a big enough carpet to sweep this stuff under.
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News at 11 #poetry #drought #photography
and you
as the sun sets on the occurences of today
are you putting you little ones to bed
contemplating the school year ahead
are you checking your records
to make sure you have enough flu vaccine
reading up on the Ebola scene
are you shaking your head at the
26 page syllabus of first year spanish
as you finish your third ice cream dish
one your knees Thursday night
praying that none of your friends will have the shock
being the latest Christians on Friday’s chopping block
and how will you deal with the news
what items would you run and take
preparing for another San Francisco earthquake
you must know that water sources are failing
politics in California turn off the spout
no water for your family to drink out
food and dairy replaced by weeds
feed your family from a box
this fall don’t expect more expect high costs
disease can travel on any transportation
were so filled with misinformation
I turned off our news for the last and final time
I’ll check France 24 overseas at Nine
Sticks and Stones #poetry #photography
if I could give up
one thing you see
it wouldn’t hang
from a big apple tree
*
if I had to stand
with a big lettered sign
it would not be written
in cursive or in rhyme
*
if there were a big group
standing in a crowd
people united
some silent others loud
*
i’m not sure if ships
blockading in the sea
or a broad high fence
barring you from feeding me
*
is it sticks that you bring
or is it rocks
what point are you making
with your useless sling shot?
***
The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek motif is Boycott.
I am not sure if a boycott of items or a service really does much.
Will a Cold War (a boycott of sorts) with Russia help my friends in the Ukraine???
Are the boys barring the way for practitioners (with sticks and slingshots) into their villages preventing the spread of Ebola?
My signs would say:
“Give Crimea Back”
“Stop the Spread of Ebola – NOW!!!”
penned in moon dust 