28. COVID.

I hear her upstairs coughing,

home from school on a Tuesday at noon.

I’m home too, instead of where I “should be”,

(quote unquote) “in the Emergency Room”.

Instead, I’m in a recliner

alternating ice and heat on my back.

It is in a locked-up, in-tense, defensive-spasm.

A mind-body reaction as if I’m under attack.

Before leaving work I just about fell to the floor.

I caught-myself on the frame of a door with a smack.

My complaints against this country’s corporate over-lords

have officially-become a tumbledown stack.

Corporate grief has given me more than gray hairs.

There’s also pain that comes along with their cares.

For starters, why are we still dealing with this virus?

A “pandemic” they’ve weaponized against us,

that’s why the virus is still with us not behind us.

Thus, my daughter, is upstairs coughing.

And craving comfort via Chick Fil-A.

Life has thrown another challenge her way.

This time around it’s COVID,

so, for my daughter… who has COVID, I pray.

America was once the pinnacle of innovation.

Before corporate media and politicians divided the nation

and began treating us people as pawns in their game.

Bartered over as fuel.

Or traded off as cheap meat.

Our divisions are now mass marketed

in the news, by politicians, into our streets.

Instead of a triumphant American

transcendence of a sickness.

We are eating ourselves in utter confusion,

consumed by this ‘otherness’ delusion.

But God, once upon a time

said, “Let there Be”*.

And somehow or other

what blew along,

was all this. You and me.

So why are we fighting each other about vaccines?

When the enemy is not us,

but ravenous, impersonal, corporate-machines.

Using tax funded profits to buy future decisions.

No longer just excessive pay,

opulent homes, and extravagant vacations.

Thus, our nation’s corporate-politicians

have not given us a single

recommended at home treatment or prevention protocol.

It’s as if they’re objective

is not our well-being at all.

Forget sharing preventative healthful living measures,

no, no, they just sell fear. Followed by injections.

Amp up a consuming competiton over pleasures.

And shame all generic, inexpensive, yet effective solutions.

So that the god of Pharma,

the god of Healthcare,

and the god of Science,

will become modern man’s golden idols.

…Thus, my daughter is upstairs blowing her nose.

I’m confident she’ll beat COVID like the rest of us Jones’.

Even though helpful treatment science

has-been effectively silenced.

How best to help her?

None of us at home are allowed to know.

Our leaders are too busy

burning down the world

in exchange for a future,

they alone own.

For all the greed, all the power, and all the thrones

they pump fear not health into our homes.

Censor freedom and censor knowledge

as our health… it endangers their game.

So, my daughter who has COVID is upstairs.

Guess our daughters

are more profitable stuck there.

Marketing targets

in their rooms with their pain.

*Genesis 1:1-31

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