Batty Poem by Paul Butters
Batty
They say this Covid Plague came from bats.
I picture a great black cave
Filled with bats
Crammed into the crannies -
Locust swarm sardines,
Those Covid spike-balls
Rubbing their hands with glee.
So what happens when Lockdown Eases?
Swarms of sheeples
Dancing in the streets
Squeezing together
In a booze fuelled frenzy
Just like those bats.
Except the bats remain sober:
They only do what they do
Knowing no other.
But We have no excuse.
We have the intelligence
To see
That this is wrong.
Yet we choose NOT
To act smart.
No, we risk all -
Risk a lonely breathless death
And anonymous incineration
Away from our friends and kin
Just for a boozy lash
Out on the crowded town.
Will We ever Learn?
I'm afraid
It might be a long time coming.
© PB 5\7\2020.
Such a sad revelation on how many will chose to behave..well written and a thoughtful piece..Thank you Lodigiana x
But We have no excuse. We have the intelligence To see That this is wrong. Yet we choose NOT To act smart.....yeah exactly... Well written
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:26:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
“We have the intelligence “ Let us hope. Your words are a clever description of the bats and the madness of the so called smarter species. Thank you Paul