See the anti vaxer shitehawks
Feed at the middens of despair.
They pick at fake crusty wishbones
Rave baseless drumbeats through dark air.
Wiser birds watch them eat their fill
As they feed each other false scraps
Stripped from carcus that makes us ill,
They howl when caught in their own claptraps.
Locked in gardens, we smell the rose,
Marvel at depth of scent supreme
Such hot weather sharpens the nose,
We sniff reality through dream.
Snarky flea bit politicians
Try to avert the world mind’s eye
Towards old warmed up new cold war
Their agenda studded headlines
Seek to keep us up till half four.
Forget patchouli faerie folk
With flying fanciful false flags
On dragon breath they soon will choke,
Covid as real as plastic bags.
One hundred years ago we saw
Pandemic kill far more than war
Stop these silly invocations,
Instead bring inoculations.
Harry Rogers, In the Red Bedroom, 3.00am 17th July 2020.