" The Liberty Dance" Poem by Peter Vealey

Listening to old themes,
Swept anew, by the daily crew,
The road sweepers,
The rag n` bone man
Is back again in town!
You don`t want to know
Him.
He`s one of you,
Or none of us!
The liberty dance,
Goes round and round.
And totters exhausted
No one knows,
When the singers,
Hymnsong,
Is allowed air-time.
Cranks up and slows inexorably down.
The liberty reels trance-like,
Old suspicious rituals die harder,
Than most.
In a Covid-19 existence!
Heavens above!
'The skies must erupt! '
Someone will shout
'You shouldn`t have
It`s not right'
'Nellie the Elephant', wheezes and whizzes by
Triumphantly, trump, trump!
The turning of the world goes on
And nothing ever changes,
Or stays the same.