Cure Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Cure



For many years,
There has been kept hope.
And faith to keep.
That the day would come,
A cure for stupidity...
Had been achieved.
Ending also,
Celebrated ignorance to believe.

This diseasing of mentalities,
Gone to defend as an entitlement...
Has remained to stay,
As the most effective accepted threat.
To all humanity.
Hypnotized into a blinding unconsciousness.

Yet...
A pandemic spreading a virus,
Causing heartbreak...
Death.
And all aspects,
Of a quality of life.
Is protested to refuse and accept,
By many claiming their 'normalcy'...
They will get back as it was,
Again!
Regardless who has said,
Delusions they must...
Immediately remove from their heads.

If...
Any cure is anticipated to expect,
Whatever that cure may be.
Found to cure their bodies.
And their minds freed from fantasies,
With a doing permanently done.
Only an awakening to reality,
Can achieve this to accomplish!

"Finally.
FINALLY!
A vaccine has been discovered.
We WILL BE CURED.
WE WILL! "

-Of...
And, from what? -

"The Virus.
Covid-19!
Geeessshhh.
Where on Earth have you been?
Living in an alternate reality? "

-Uh...I...
No comment! -

Monday, December 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: belief
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