He roams around schools with his rocky bicycle
And he rings the bell but nobody turns,
The whole World seems to be angry with him.
Swine Flu brings the catastrophe to his small business
And his tears mix with the melting ice cream.
Ice cream Man is nowhere and the rumor goes around
The Flu has taken him to a kind World.
*[ eyes green as leaves
yet, closed now, like a flower
the life gone from them.]
-Katerina Papadopoulos-
What a poignant story! We all hope to be taken to that kind world one day, Warm regards, Sandra
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Nimal this is a beautiful poem. Your ice cream man represents all those innocent small business owners who are destroyed by the panic of pandemic. One wonders if the swine flu that precipitated the Mexican shutdown wasn't born in Mexico's multi-national piggeries where cruel and disgusting practices provide the perfect medium for swine flue to flourish. Your poem is political, poignant and compelling. Thank you so much for penning it. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥