- Tis 10 nights before Christmas,
- and all through the land,
- Coronavirus is running rampant,
- Because our nation refused to make an plan.
- The stocking are hung by the chimney with care,
- in hopes that food and a vaccine soon would be there.
- The children are nested all snug in their beds,
- with visions of nightmares stuck in their heads.
- While mothers and fathers ponder how to survive.
- Covid -19 is decimating what we need to thrive.
- So hope that we may, on vaccine and Good Cheer.
- How to protect yourself now is what we need here.
- With hospitals closing all across the land,
- we hope you will take 5 minutes to listen to our plan.
- Take you time!
- Part of a friends work
Thoughts on politics, economics, life and creative works from the author including poetry
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