MAD WORLD
by Rosemary Clarke
People are dying here!
And people are partying like a holiday.
People are grieving and coming to trembling terms with going outside..
And people are in pubs, on streets no masks no care...
And people are dying there!
Still.
And there's partying and fights with police while others suffer.
People are going round the bend, their lives end.
Over bridges and on railway lines..
And people walk the streets no masks! No distancing! No care!
AND PEOPLE ARE DYING OUT THERE!
And people are partying like a holiday.
People are grieving and coming to trembling terms with going outside..
And people are in pubs, on streets no masks no care...
And people are dying there!
Still.
And there's partying and fights with police while others suffer.
People are going round the bend, their lives end.
Over bridges and on railway lines..
And people walk the streets no masks! No distancing! No care!
AND PEOPLE ARE DYING OUT THERE!
No cure as yet and still they party...the dancing
dead.
Copyright Rosemary Clarke
Yes Rosemary, it's a Mad, Mad, Mad world. A powerful poem.
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Yes! They are Lemmings, rushing eagerly towards death. The planet may improve by their stupidity. But, we are at the wrong end of our lives. Very passionate & emotive; well done...
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