Looking Prophetic

I’ve been pouring over poetry that I’ve written – all the way back to 2008. That is a lot of poetry. Some of it is funny. Others are painfully bad. Surprisingly some of it is really good. And then there is the weirdly prophetic stuff. The reason behind the retrospective is that I’m putting together a compilation for my mother. It is very difficult to select the poems that I like that I know she’ll like. Back in 2011-16 I wrote a couple poems that are a scary description of COVID-19 isolation. During a bad spot at work (2014) I wrote some things that are eerily pertinent today. In 2016 I wrote some politically inspired posts that are more true today than they were when I penned them. Funny how that works. Anyway I thought that for snicks and giggles I’d repost a poem (2016) that describes the atmosphere of pointing fingers instead of acting on the scientific evidence to mitigate the impending pandemic…

Happiness has gone missing
And we fear the worst
Gather the usual suspects
Interrogate them first

Check hands for bloody stains
Angels and devils alike
Confirm all friends and lovers
We need evidence to strike

Authority has red stained hands
From beet root it is claimed
Yet we believe it is a lie
When he swears he’s being framed

He tacks a list of alibis
To change the way we think
Happiness was found alive
But teetering on the brink

Authority escaped the noose
And believes we’ll soon forget
But happiness still bears the scars
And we remain upset