Coronal Confusion


A pandemic is alien our lifestyles,
standing in line, spaced in the aisles.
Impinging on our, God-given freedom,
to go when and where we please.

Haven't experienced anything,
like this in over 103 years.
So, why all the concern,
isolating and social fears?

And the death rate is so low,
when we get it, you know,
we get over it so easily, quick,
we'll be immune then in a nick.

First, "don't wear masks,"
and then, "mandatory masks."
Vaccines that magically appear,
"too soon to be tested?" We ask.

Rumors and denials abound fired by,
side effect anecdotal accounts,
that defy all scientific reason,
usually determining what counts.

With new variants emerging,
and constantly changing rules,
it's easy for blaming to start,
from simple minded fools.

It's time to stop avoiding,
and it's time to stop blaming.
It's time to do your very best,
protect yourself, family, the rest.

When we stop spreading the virus,
by not following simple rules,
it will be over very quickly,
not suffer any more dead fools.


Courtesy

Confused Man Courtesy The Economic Times, India

Those around me and I were never confused about
what to do. I followed what the scientific/medical
people were saying and ignored rumors and politicians
except our mayor and county commissioner. Omicron has
penetrated vaccine protection. All the more reason to
end its run by vaccinating.

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