Pre And Post Pandemic Poetry

The Situation



[CIB] *Trigger Warning*

[CI] This poem contains sensitive topics about an event currently taking place around the globe. Some offensive language and suggestions maybe included.

The sun is bright,

Shining.

You step up, wave hello.
Your neighbor gets the mail,
on their own way out to the porch.
Shoot the shit,
Talk 'bout work,
The upcoming Barbeque.
"Invite the wife, the kids,
Tell them to come too!"

You give a nod, a wave,
take a step inside,
That scent, it rams you,
The scent of germicide.
The TV's on, it flickers.
The wife looks fazed already.
Her eyes are worried, anxious
The increase has been steady

She trembles, worries, as
They warn of what's to come.
You smile, and hug her
"Don't worry 'bout it love.
It's just like every other year.
They'll always find somethin
To feed all our fear.

"Weeks will go by,
It'll blow over, you'll see
So don't let this shake you,
Don't go crazy on me."

[I] No need to worry, this will all be over soon
[I] There ain't no virus, the president says it's
[I] fake news. No need to worry, this will all be over soon, but panic is increasing, there's an odd sense of doom.

This is the situation, of our population. A fight between our generations with a severe lack of consideration. As leaders sit in isolation, taking notes on all their observations, we're out here dealing with insane inflation and the obligation of self preservation.

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[CIB] Week 4
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Weeks go by,
The panic as settled,
News media outlets, disheveled and nettled.
Experts suggest,
Stock up on goods.
I suppose you can never have too much food.

"We'll go check it out on the weekend." I say, to the wife. "We'll buy a few packs, and get on with our life. Now let's all get ready, there's meat that needs frying." We'll thrive in suburbia, while others are dying.

We go over, a potluck
The wife brings the dip.
She goes off to the kitchen,
To look for some chips.
I greet him, the neighbor,
Thank him for his cool.
He laughs from his chest.
Says he's no fool.

"I've bought two pallets so far!"
He boasts as he shows,
The double quilted packs
Of toilet paper rolls.
"I'll be prepared once it comes,
Once we're all stuck inside.
I'll have enough for years!
I'm ahead of the tide!"

I blink and I think,
That's kind of alot.
But it's him getting anxious,
That's why he over-bought.
We laugh it all up,
It's really okay
Everything will blow over,
by the end of the day.

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[CIB] Week 6
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We've been to three stores,
They're all out of stock.
No soap, no water,
Shit out of luck.

"This is, asinine! They stand by
while people agonize and patronize as
Fear magnifies. It makes you analyze, every lie the media glorifies.
We're dead weight! Can't think straight, we're stuck between a hard place.
Survival is a race, we're on first base, gotta set the pace. They mandate, but we can't have faith in a system that's a disgrace!

"Breathe honey, try.
It can't be all gone.
We'll try the next store over,
The family dollar one."

She gives me that look,
With a reassuring tone,
I smile, she's right.
"Let's just finish up and go home."

[I] No need to worry, it will all be over soon,
[I] There is a virus and it's all over the news. No need to worry, it will all be over soon. Don't let fear and panic guide you, nor let it cause you to assume.

This is the situation, of our population. A fight between our generations with a severe lack of consideration. As leaders sit in isolation, taking notes on all their observations, we're out here dealing with insane inflation, and the obligation of self preservation.

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[CIB] Week 8
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Planes make forced landings,
Because passengers seemed sick. Everything starts closing, the air suddenly feels thick.
Tension lingers in the air like the scent of air wick.

We're out of rice, no pasta.
The beans are gone too.
We've got no detergent,
no baby wipes,
We're out of shampoo.

"I can't take it any more! I feel like I can't breathe!"
"You need to try honey. You need to try for me."

She turns her face and scowls, her voice a low growl. "I'm just about ready to throw in the towel! We've got no clean clothes! This ain't what I chose! Why can't they disclose, the information we're all looking for!?
We've got kids to feed, a growing need, no gaurantee, that the vaccine efforts will succeed. What can we do! What was gonna give, already gave, we can't sit by carving our own graves!

As kids misbehave, the system concaves, and gives away, to the depraved. Then fear engraves itself in our brains. I can't stay sane, if we can't obtain, a single grain of food!
This is inhumane, there's no restrain It's all in vain, for people like us, we're working slaves,
that were born without that silver spoon!"

I don't know what to say. I can't even look her in the face. I pull her in for a tight embrace, but I know it simply won't replace, nor erase, the fear and reality staring us in the face.

[I] No need to worry, it will all be over soon,
[I] There is a virus, it seems most kids are immune. So there's no need to worry, it will all be over soon, we're all pretty sure it will blow over by June.

This is the situation, of our population. A fight between our generations with a severe lack of consideration. As leaders sit in isolation, taking notes on all their observations, we're out here dealing with insane inflation and the obligation of self preservation.

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"Its twenty-twenty one, the earth is gone. So is the sun, this isn't fun. I lost my hun, the family's gone, I'm the only one, God I'm so done!" My echo resonates. "Why did they hesitate? When they saw that virus decimate? They'd delegated it and predicated, it was all an effort to eradicate it. They spread more hate, it separated us, its segregated and debilitated us.

Now the streets are bare, they never cared, about the quality of our breathing air. They refused to share, the cures they spared, to them that wasn't very fair. So they declared, they'd only spare, people with their wealthy share. Society fell to disrepair, as we all tried hard just to prepare.

Now we're here, beneath the guise, staring at our own demise. Without supplies, more needs arise, so I beg you all, please compromise! Don't overbuy, it's just unwise, so I don't advise.
We must rely on each other too,
otherwise...

Who else do you think will give a fuck about you?

This is the situation, of our population. A fight between our generations, with a severe lack of consideration. As leaders sit in isolation, taking notes on all their observations, we're out here dealing with insane inflation, and the obligation of self preservation.