I recall the way I felt
When, God forbid, a plane went down
An airline super-liner with three hundred souls aboard
It would hit me hard and hard
It felt like my soul was scarred
Business flying occupied much of my time
There, but for the grace of God go I
Now we face a situation
COVID deaths throughout the nation
Reached one hundred fifty thousand in five months
That’s as though five hundred airplanes
Those that fly commercial air lanes
Crashed and killed all those aboard in five months time
Ten such super-liners crashing each three days
COVID’s now beyond control
Every day a greater toll
States reacting only when their stats are bad
Thus ensuring dire fate
Since, by then, it is too late
The COVID will accelerate, go viral every time
Thousands more, among us needlessly will die
There is a way that is well known
To bring the COVID numbers down
It’s back, again, to locking up the nation
With Trump’s absent leadership
Unless his notion of this flips
We’ll see the death count climbing for some time
We are Trump’s sacrificial lambs for slaughtering
One piece of worthy news we heard today
That next week Biden will announce his choice
Of VP, who’s to be his running mate
I’m sure ‘twill be a reason to rejoice
I hereby do predict just who ‘twill be
He’ll choose K. Harris to be his VP
7/28/20
