a
‘Perfect Storm’ odyssey
by
David L Lewis
The
Ship of State sailed unhindered upon every sea.
Of
all Ships and States the leader she’d always be.
Came
a
pretender
skipper
who’d
never sailed or led.
He
rented the great Ship with motives still unsaid.
From
the west, quietly an invisible storm gathered.
While
seething
waves awoke,
the ship soon
hazarded.
Storms
brewed, warnings sent, it can’t be that bad.
There
were passengers to impress, profit to be had.
The
novel skipper blissful
of all outside the
ship,
Denied
any truth which might dare deviate his trip.
Obtuse
leadership failing
at hour of greatest
need.
Public
health forfeited
to lure of political greed.
Strength
strengthening strength, named it Pandemic.
Pouring
out on earth,
suffering and death
prolific.
To
avoid sorrow society did what it always must do.
We
shut down our lives, many sacrifice for the few.
Most
precarious economy in 90 years quickly folded.
Built
on spending
and
debt, it was soon overloaded.
Forty-million
furloughed, paid to live in one room.
At
home we learned to connect by Tweet and by Zoom.
Slowly
began re-openings, free to do something new.
Jobs
not re-opening, freedoms meant not much to do.
Thus
was formed the conflagration for a generation.
Almost
unseen, combining storms reached combustion.
The
Spark
came
with shameful
death of one lone
man,
Fueled
by an idea whose time had come; storm began.
Spring
weather,
noble cause, fast
winds
of the
Net.
Peaceful
demonstrators, invaded by an evil mindset.
Unrest,
absent since the 60’s, turned
another
tide.
A
perfect
storm soon
overflowed
barriers worldwide.
Storms
reveal in
skippers
both
the weak
and
strong.
The
strong take responsibility for what goes wrong.
But
this pretender skipper again did rant and rave.
Ignore
deadly wind, he alone could calm every wave.
Battle
Stations, load the guns, dominate the field.
To
truth or facts pretender skippers can not yield.
All
storms pass, but there is always more to story.
Preventable
loss buried, any good papered in glory.
Voyages
end, ships re-arm, sail again to face harm.
Who
will
helm our
ship
during
a
next
perfect
storm?
..an
odyssey to be continued?
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