Dear Politicians of My Country,
I saw the news today:
a new variant of the virus, you say
comply or die.
You have no need of terrorists
to scare us into submission anymore
this invisible foe
strikes fear into our core.
Though it will spell the end for some of us
it takes the focus off
the sum of all fears
which may well spell the end for all of us.
Every day, every headline should say
‘Change our ways immediately
or die, forget our children’s futures and
abandon all our hopes along the way.’
And as for you, Dear Politicians of My Country,
do I have cause to fear your tyranny
in raising my dissenting voice to say
you’ve done worse than nothing?
I could worry about it, but I won’t, because I know
you’re not listening anyway:
you’re too busy feathering your own nests
Dear Politicians of My Country.
Written for earthweal
Today, as Sherry writes at earthweal of the apocalyptic destruction wrought by an ‘atmospheric river’ in British Columbia, she asks us to:
write Verse Letters: a form of address, akin to dramatic monologue, to all parties involved – letters to the lost, perhaps; to those who caused the extinction; or to those of us who are in the middle. They can be letters to fossil fuels, windmills, dead zones, to new life. I think I know who I want to address!
I also didn’t have too much trouble deciding to whom I should address my letter: