Business as Usual
Pandemic’s passing as pandemics shall,
At least, that’s the story being related,
Though much of the world’s not vaccinated.
Even so, it’s business as usual.
Temperatures rising and heavy rains fall,
Land and lives lost in floods. When they’re done
Folk are baked beneath a merciless sun.
Even so, it’s business as usual.
The bald eagle flies off, back to its stall,
As jackals gather round innocent prey,
So many years and lives frittered away.
Even so, it’s business as usual.
And yet, if it wasn’t for capital
There needn’t be such business as usual.
D. A.
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