21 December 2020
GREGORY BABLIS
Is this the death of progress? Or the progression of death? NCO – New COVID Order A Trojan-horse For NWO – New World Order Stuck in purgatory A perpetual limbo Is this the new normal? Niupla Pasin protocol. But who knew? WHO knew is who knew Better late and slow Than not being in the know Now we all know What WHO knew So don’t be ignorant Don’t be a Covidiot! Out with the old And in with the new Replace the old new With the new new Can’t move forward Can’t fall back What becomes of the morrow? Spiraling out of control On a convoluted trek When questions are the answers And answers are questions Then there are no true answers! So we all become dancers To the W-H-O track. Nowhere to go But the bounds of home The city limits Or in my mind I roam Biding time Until I must bite the bullet And make a move Without committing a crime. I’m a Coviet-straggler Left behind A stationary hustler Going nowhere fast Looking forward Yet caught in the present Can the future ever be As bright as a COVID-free past?
This poem was originally published on 28 July 2020 on PNG Attitude at https://www.pngattitude.com/2020/07/coviet-straggler-in-paradise.html and later on the Oceania journal on 16 December 2020 at https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/ocea.5261.
