Mask Holes

 

Mask Holes

Consumed by fear, from what was told,

that death is coming with the cold,

they give up freedom of the fold,

unleashing tyranny uncontrolled.

Common sense has lost its place,

as diapers cover half our face,

and here’s an extra just in case,

to wash our minds without a trace.

What’s the game and what’s the goal,

and WHO decides who’s in control,

that masks are better for your soul,

even though they’re full of holes.

And when you wear them for awhile,

to hide your frown or hide your smile,

the lungs congest to cough its bile,

but don’t complain it’s just a trial.

Don’t sneeze or cough in your disguise,

you’ll only show and publicize,

and scare to death by your surprize,

the mask-holes you have traumatized.

Masks don’t protect us from the flu,

the holes are wider, it goes through,

but someone makes a buck or two,

to build and grow their revenue.

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The Activist Poet 

About this Poem: Are Face Masks Effective? Here’s the evidence they are not.

Corporate Pestilence

Corporate Pestilence

As Corprageddon gathers,

they plan the coming year,

for sales are down and falling,

invokes systemic fear.

When mega corps aren’t growing,

economies rumble,

and if they lose their business,

stocks begin to tumble.

For corporate growth requires,

decisions in a flash,

such as new improved products,

marked up for greater cash.

But growth is exponential,

brings with it disaster,

famine, war, and pestilence,

from the money master.

Breaking news at six, six, six,

more fear porn from T.V.,

deformities in Brazil,

for all the world to see.

Zika virus mosquitoes,

spreading pandemic fear,

the news-core breaks to tell you,

disguise how they appear.

What they say and how it is,

are very different things,

pesticides are culpable,

in birth defects they bring.

In truth there’s growth forestalling,

in pesticides released,

to stop larvae from growing,

is the nature of this beast.

With water table poisoned,

deception laced with fear,

they sell their medications,

to gorge another year.

Caged is human suffering,

becomes big pharma’s plough,

for all that take their treatment,

become big pharma’s cow.

Inventive little stories,

carried by little bugs,

that reproduce in water,

to sell new twisted drugs.

I wonder how they do it,

just in the nick of time,

hoodwink a mass of people,

to save their bottom line.

When wall street fall’s I’ll worry,

of what they’ll do that day,

their moral fiber’s empty,

and people are their prey.

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The Activist Poet

Edited Aug 21st, 2021

About this poem: I wrote this poem in 2016 against the backdrop of Zika Virus fear that was emerging from the economically compromised World Health Organization, C.D.C. and mainstream media.

When economic interests control organisms by direct funding, they are no longer trustworthy especially when the world is run by sociopathic corporate criminals that have no concern for human life. Their only concern is profit and control of powerful institutions that maintain their unchecked power.

When science is also funded by these cancerous economic entities, narratives are created and used as fear on the unsuspecting population, much the same way they have turned the annual flu into a fear mongering pandemic in 2020 that requires constant inoculations for something that is 99.98% survivable, where herd immunity was reached long ago.

Corprageddon = the global take over of power and community by corporations.