My body aches From top to bottom I am alive So I will not complain Inflammation and arthritis Are not noble friends Are not exclusive to me Many are suffering The atmospheric pressure Changing from day to day Increases the cries of enough The weather is very cold Snow is white and bright Its depth is not encouraging Nor is the ice on the shore A few more weeks will bring spring Then another month of winter Where could I go where things Would be a whole lot better There are always trade offs I am not in the trading mood I am not in the traveling mood The corona virus is a threat My concern is great How do these things happen? We have stumbled blindly Played into our aggressor’s hands This causes another ache It is huge and the one fighting it Is the person who is criticized We offer help as we always do How many will die How many acts of infiltration Must take place before we wake up We take sides and argue We play music while Rome is burning We worship the same God While removing crosses and Prayer in public places What kind of fools are we The swamp people buy into this We, the deplorable, can only cry Stanski February 11, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 