By Greg McGee
Now is the winter of our discontent.
We knew it was coming.
We were warned about it,
by the pundits, the provocateurs,
the scientists and the sycophants.
We know why it is happening,
and that we are all to blame,
Having contributed all in part
by doing nothing or saying not enough,
or through our own careless actions.
This winter will be filled with death
People will suffer, and some will starve.
The fortunate few will lock their doors
And not feel the touch death.
Yet our lives will feel misery, one and all.
After winter comes the spring,
The glimmering light at the end
Of a long tunnel of tragedy and turmoil,
Of lies and deceit
And the leadership of fools.
New leadership will rise
And correct the course of a society
Careening out of control.
Cures are coming, for our sick and Blackened souls.
The health of our nation will be restored.