Poetry

A Dance of Hazmat Suits

A DANCE OF HAZMAT SUITS

 

We have a couple of nurses with Ebola

And we have twenty people in space suits orbiting

Around them.

What if we had a thousand cases,

Which is small,

We would need twenty thousand nurses

Just to handle them.

A dance of hazmat suits,

A fandango of masks and gowns.

And Obama is telling us not to panic.

He acts like panic makes things worse instead of better.

Panic is a call to action.

Indifference is a gravestone on our smugness.

I wish the President would freak out

Instead of telling us that things will be alright as we obey

His nudge to lethargy.

When I stepped into the ring in Las Vegas

I was dead in my feet,

Afraid,

Until I got nervous enough to punch back.

We can’t beat Ebola by leading from behind.

We must attack it with every hunch and assumption.

And if we are stupid enough to allow planes from

West Africa to arrive here

To the music of Tom Frieden’s excuses

Then we deserve to die in a field of ignorance

Psalmed to by a president who has lost his brains

In an ego imperative.

The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com


About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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