Do Us a Favor and Die

He's gotten sick. Who cares? I won't wish him
Well. Seven months he has said we have nothing
To fear, even as hundreds of thousands have died,
And why? Because he only thinks of himself,
And calculated that, if he diminished the danger,
If he belittled the people who told us, “Take care,”
He would be reelected to go on imprisoning
Children, fouling the land and the air, warming
The planet, further enriching the rich,
And defending the racists, the bad cops, and all
The dictators of his ilk. (They're everywhere.)
Given the injuries he has incurred, and those
He had planned to inflict in the future, I'm happy
He's sick. I hope that he dies. If he does,
Many lives will improve.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-03 at 01:48

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