distant sirens
break the predawn stillness
Covidsomnia
Added: Two Hundred and Forty-Third Entry
one crow on the wire now three more variants on the rise
Added: Two Hundred and Forty-Fourth Entry
heat shimmer
a spike-studded virus
branded on my door
Note: The haiku is a prequel to the following poem:
Asians all look the same...
yet, with the sharpness of an eagle's eyes, this white man still manages to hone in on the most vulnerable and defenceless.
an uptick
in new variant cases
another
Asian-looking old man
knocked to the muddy ground
In the dark tunnel of my daymare with no light at its end, I dash to and fro, but settle nowhere. I can feel a bull's eye on my back.
Chen-ou Liu
If you wanna step into the lights
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm warning you, be wise
Nothing goes unnoticed
If you wanna lead or be a star
Then expose all that you are
Are you sure you want this now?
They will only tear you down
Cause' they're waiting just like crows on a wire
They pry and conspire, that's all they do
Waiting to consume and devour
The glory and power they gave to you ....
-- excerpted from "Crows on a Wire," by Alter Bridge