A Comedy of Tragic Proportions (Sonnet)
Have you noticed, all the gregarious
people have disappeared? No more laughter,
joy, now everyone is so serious.
It seems to have happened sometime after
the reds and blues became oblivious
to the Other. We're in a new chapter
this year, our world is so precarious.
Fear's overtaken. Who has the answer?
What are the questions? Who's profiting from
it? Who's suffering in it? Whose priv'lege
allows them their blindness to pain; income
escapes them from Others, privatized bridge.
Perhaps we need a cosmic comedy,
or, better yet, some naked honesty.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019
people have disappeared? No more laughter,
joy, now everyone is so serious.
It seems to have happened sometime after
the reds and blues became oblivious
to the Other. We're in a new chapter
this year, our world is so precarious.
Fear's overtaken. Who has the answer?
What are the questions? Who's profiting from
it? Who's suffering in it? Whose priv'lege
allows them their blindness to pain; income
escapes them from Others, privatized bridge.
Perhaps we need a cosmic comedy,
or, better yet, some naked honesty.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019
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