...TALE OF A CITY (STATE)
There was an old city
Who lived in a situation.
She had so many citizens
Who were dying in hospitals & homes…
She DID KNOW what to do…
From the churches and schools, to the few.
“Shelter at home,” she said!
As the virus blew the house down &
People huddled, afraid & exposed…
“Be safe in shelter.”
Yet the people grew restless
Even rebellious, from boredom.
You see, this city was built on rock & roll,
The New York Times, The Daily News…
This city is proud yet New YORKers have a heart.
They can & have, “come together.”
This city is grateful, not dead.
This city is the home of King Kong
And the “Daily Planet,” Batman &
We are superheroes with masks…gloves
And PPE… I AM counting the ways that I love thee, Oh New YORK,
The city of my birth & my residence.
We Shall Overcome…
I wrote this poem in August, hoping to publish it. I penned it quickly and loved it. So, I sent it off to "The New York Times," "The Daily News," "The New Yorker" and "The Atlantic."
No one responded!
Here it it ~ and I hope you enjoy my blending of nursery rhymes, rock & gospel music, superheroes and poetry.
I'll speak to you soon ~ when I am moved to write and share.
Peace & Love,