A Brodsky View of the Pandemic
by Michael Doyle

Show trial advances without stay
Charges pressed without any delay
The time arrives to dispense all play

In a fluke filled with fears
Came the nice as if to cheers
That would repeat themselves through years

Quickly then comes what is now past
And into the present, now fully cast
My life in full sail before the mast

Looking back from the to last act
So many beliefs held as if fact
Multiplications of errors, wished to subtract

Consequences held as good then bad
Truths supplied to which there is much to add
There is happiness found in living through the sad

Times that have come to great affect
While in pride, the past stands erect
The poet knows his duties, citizens neglect

Broken out as if worse than the flu
Crisis comes out of history's blue
While the experts have not a single clue

When the battlefields become the labs
And judgment is laid out on marble slabs
The shots in the dark become moments time grabs

What tarnishes freedom as curtains rise
Ignorance is no longer the bliss of paradise
As the true state of freedom is revealed before our eyes

A crowned head invades our inner cells
As the horizon is lost from loosened sails
The politician has nothing left and simply flails

While the poet rises to take the bet
Knowing the wishes of liberty will prevail yet
If we turn to history, we will not forget

Freedom and liberty mean more than pseudo-science
Let no one step on or crush another's conscience
This is a truth to be known with great prescience

(c) January 16, 2022   Michael Doyle
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