Poem

Soap (Box) Opera

Since we seem to be worlds apart

I am not quite sure where to start

She’s saying shut up you lot and get on with it

As if those who stall breed COVID

Is she a preacher in disguise?

Pretending to be old and wise?

This is a soap (box) opera

We‘re made to dance to her trallalah

All these words we’re not to use

If there is one left it’s the word ABUSE

Hey, woman in the black suit

When you showed us your underwear was that meant to be cute?

You believed it was your choice, your body, right?

Did you ask men to not stare or have wild dreams at night?

My language, my choice

Or so I thought until you told me to hold my voice

You deem yourself as thought provoking and visionary

But suppressing freedom and sovereignty is, sorry, shamefully reactionary

Closing the door to frank and free discussions

Won’t advance the course and may even have repercussions

Can you stop using the phrase anti-vaxxers?

It’s too big a word for you to let loose on your fellow travellers

Give the finger pointing a rest

HEALING is our foremost quest.

Antoinette Tombrook, Bangalow