While we are counting and grieving the lives we have lost—
each someone loved, each life valuable, so many unnecessarily gone,
unable to even say goodbye before death, to hold funerals, to bury them,
instead filing them away in coffins in refrigerated trucks
against the time, if ever, when we can hold the proper rites and ceremonies
—our dear leaders are classifying those lives lost for us:
‒Not regular people: the folks who slaughter and pack your meat
(send them back to work!)
‒Lazy, cowardly takers: anyone afraid to go back to work
before we have treatments or vaccines
‒Fortuitous collateral damage: Black people and other minorities, the
majority of the deaths (Hey! Worth keeping this plague thing going for, right?
‒People who will make our Dear Leader or his sidekick boy wonder
look weak to wear a mask around:
factory workers making those masks
patients and health care workers at the Mayo Clinic
Secret Service members (just another kind of a bullet!)
the entire West Wing (until it’s too late)
their own children
The minions follow suit, threatening anyone who calls them out
for standing too close, not wearing a mask, or menacing others
with guns and germs.
Anyone who disagrees with them is unAmerican.
Billionaires and shareholders and financiers agree:
Arbeit macht frei, especially when it is free
of liability, protection, or any care for your workers’ welfare.
We are just sacrifices for the growth of their portfolios.
If there is an actual war against this disease, in this country,
(and how our Dear Leader, the coward, likes that metaphor)
the front lines are hospitals and labs
and the real designated Heroes are there, toiling,
weeping, inadequately protected for the sake of our Dear Leader’s ego,
laying down their own lives for fellow citizens and other humans.
Meanwhile, Doctors Without Borders flies in
from some other third world country
to lend aid to Native Americans
who are not real Americans,
and should go back where they came from, after all.
There are not enough tests for all of us, but our dear leaders
get one or more every week.
We are not worthy.
‒May 12, 2020, Brooklyn
©Lee Kottner 2020