Sorry and sad that this comes out of my brain again, it does at the moment, for among the ubiquitous money orientated TV competitions are the ever-present newscasts with their on-the-spot reporting.
As usual, I’ve worked, reworked and re-reworked this to produce a piece of art.
Chaos & Teargas (the third)
Chaos and teargas, virus again
When all that I want
Is to pass the years without tears and/or fears
Finding place on a the face.
It being an end you want too: all and each of you
Out there,
Wherever the chances and choices have placed you.
With nearly a yearly Thanksgiving
For most of us living in peace
(Rewriting this March)
Exposed to the chaos while sitting as such,
In chairs or on couches –
Neither crouching nor fleeing,
Pursued by policemen or soldiers,
Becoming their fodder.
How lucky we are!
Suffused with the anger and violence
While eating our turkey and cranberry sauce,
Exhausted and worried
From scurrying youngsters,
Flurries of gangsters & burying mothers…
Smothering gases of withering fires,
Masses of dawdling, dithering leaders,
Chaos and teargas the emblem for hire
We, worn out and tired..
And now it’s the virus dear readers,
From all of this chaos that rages and grows,
And nobody knows how to stop it.
Chaos & Teargas 11.17.2019/revised, rewritten 3.1.2020/re-revised 3.3.2020 OurTimes, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 