Stand By or Stand AsideA Poem by DaraAnother poem that my friend Paul from Down Under and I wrote together at the very beginning of the pandemic.Staring out of the window at an empty street resembling a scene from an apocalyptic movie.
The silence is deafening. Window shades are drawn
revealing ghostly silhouettes moving
from room to room. Seeking refuge behind closed doors,
the only real safe place if you are
fortunate not to be living on the streets.
Guarding against an invisible enemy that preys on the old and those with
compromised immune systems.
An enemy that does not discriminate
against color, gender, social status, or creed. Her voice heavy with grief, confusion, disbelief carried on the winds across the Pacific.
Maybe there is comfort for her for me. We are not suffering alone. There is consolation in our shared isolation. Madness of selfishness, ugly brawling over toilet rolls, hoarding, cruelly denying
those living from day to day.
They can’t buy from shelves stripped bare.
The empty shelves a severe silent warning
that an impending disaster is about to strike. Survival instincts take over not unlike those of a mother bear scrounging for food for her cubs before the start of a cold unforgiving winter. Driven by fear and uncertainty the public scrambles
to take care of loved ones in the only manner
in which they know how.
This omnipresent enemy lurks inside unsuspecting bodies causing worldwide panic.
People sit glued to their television sets, smart phones, and computers hungry for the latest breaking news, desperate to hear words of comfort and support to ease the ever growing feelings of anxiety and helplessness.
Cancer of inaction we rage against you. Capitalists, Socialists and those between, prepare your sarcophagi.
Death is your prize. Silence, empty slogans and ideologies, booming gongs of emptiness
are measuring our path to oblivion.
Incandescent is our anger. We have been betrayed.
Those in whom we placed our trust
have abandoned us. We now demand that your lies
be silenced, that you restore trust. Stand up, rise to your responsibility
or stand aside.
© 2020 DaraAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 3, 2020 Last Updated on May 3, 2020 AuthorDaraNCAboutI am a retired teacher who has just recently discovered the joy of writing poetry. Formerly known as Passion Flower, I decided to publish using my own name. My poetry is simple and from the heart whi.. more..Writing
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