Charg Of The Vaxinated Poem by Patrick Fealy

They seemed a lot like lemmings
like moths before the flame
proudly charging forward
like the Light Brigade again
More than just six hundred though
There were millions even more
Drummers they where drumming
to the needle fodder gore
Needles to the left of them
Needles to the right
driving past the shot and sell
towards old Fauci in the night
Millions charged like thunder
then back out once again
There among that frightened lot
I lost my dearest friend
He spoke to me of science
and then he passed away
I never saw his funeral
They were privat in those days
I read about his passing
upon the internet
I said a prayer then for his soul
I never could forget
They charged like the six hundred
But millions, even more
Chasing after science
toword the needle fodder gore
like a new religion
where faith is sight unseen
I drank a toast to their lanent
but their fate seemed rather mean