Shame on the skeptic, it will go unseen
that phony progressives which go by the way,
and a short time ago called the corporate machine
the source of our dismay;
have yet to find out the fox leads the hens by a trick most obscene.
Rich heroes indeed that happily leave you, contrary to form,
to stand by yourself and cold in the rain
than risk themselves in the storm;
nor from the tracks would they pull you out of the path of a train,
yet for the virus, we call them saviors, oh Church of the NEW NORM.
Lipid nano-particle, escort
coding sequence into cell -
reveal to ancient method, what only death before could show...
tell the secret which Pfizer kept
and God himself doesn't know.
Contention of the folk sort,
her body knows what is well:
that the cell is not an open door through which just anything goes...
but a secret worth one million years
a thousand generations bestowed.
Shame on you, those selfish who
won't sell the farm when we say that you must,
and those distrustful few who say that we've moved
so far from rebellion that's just. They say:
Once upon a time you occupied Wall Street, and now They occupy you.
Shame on you for causing a scene
when my peers, they begin to get loud:
"Take your arm out! - there's no need to fear, it isn't even a gene!"
You refuse to bow when our expert moves to address the crowd,
"I'm a PhD for heaven's sake!" - do you know what 'in effect' means?
Some years later I had an occasion to think, with room for epiphany.
A virus was all that it took to snuff out the will inside of me!
Not old in my years, but spirit withered,
on this hill I take a knee;
put on my mask so you won't see:
I don't care if I am free.
Feeling inside, I find no spine where once there stood a tree.
I'm softer now, with less fight to give than I did when I was three.
I didn't know how it worked, but knew it was good,
and that soon you'd also see;
so many times my finger wagged,
"Just take the damn vaccine!"
Now my fingers are gone,
and so is my sight,
if I stand too fast my ears will bleed.
Had I thought for myself
as I'm doing right now,
perhaps I might have seen -
Not shame on you for saying what's true...
instead, it's shame on me.
I know that I'm sure, but it mustn't be seen.
No one can go out, no one can come in.
All those years it seemed so important to win,
now I'm sure it was shame on me.
(AM Spencer, 2021)
Shame on the skeptic, it will go unseen
that phony progressives which go by the way,
and a short time ago called the corporate machine
the source of our dismay;
have yet to find out the fox leads the hens by a trick most obscene.
Rich heroes indeed that happily leave you, contrary to form,
to stand by yourself and cold in the rain
than risk themselves in the storm;
nor from the tracks would they pull you out of the path of a train,
yet for the virus, we call them saviors, oh Church of the NEW NORM.
Lipid nano-particle, escort
coding sequence into cell -
reveal to ancient method, what only death before could show...
tell the secret which Pfizer kept
and God himself doesn't know.
Contention of the folk sort,
her body knows what is well:
that the cell is not an open door through which just anything goes...
but a secret worth one million years
a thousand generations bestowed.
Shame on you, those selfish who
won't sell the farm when we say that you must,
and those distrustful few who say that we've moved
so far from rebellion that's just. They say:
Once upon a time you occupied Wall Street, and now They occupy you.
Shame on you for causing a scene
when my peers, they begin to get loud:
"Take your arm out! - there's no need to fear, it isn't even a gene!"
You refuse to bow when our expert moves to address the crowd,
"I'm a PhD for heaven's sake!" - do you know what 'in effect' means?
Some years later I had an occasion to think, with room for epiphany.
A virus was all that it took to snuff out the will inside of me!
Not old in my years, but spirit withered,
on this hill I take a knee;
put on my mask so you won't see:
I don't care if I am free.
Feeling inside, I find no spine where once there stood a tree.
I'm softer now, with less fight to give than I did when I was three.
I didn't know how it worked, but knew it was good,
and that soon you'd also see;
so many times my finger wagged,
"Just take the damn vaccine!"
Now my fingers are gone,
and so is my sight,
if I stand too fast my ears will bleed.
Had I thought for myself
as I'm doing right now,
perhaps I might have seen -
Not shame on you for saying what's true...
instead, it's shame on me.
I know that I'm sure, but it mustn't be seen.
No one can go out, no one can come in.
All those years it seemed so important to win,
now I'm sure it was shame on me.
(*AM Spencer, 2021*)
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