Unmonitored Courage

It was so hard to tell what was being said
The nurse was completely covered
Her voice so distorted through the mask she wore
She was his saviour, into her hands his life he’d put.
And through it all he wrestled with his guilt
The disease he’d caught on holiday with friends
Some of whom no longer lived as he now seemed
He hoped he hadn’t passed it on as seemed the trend.

Nurses, doctors, cleaners too, all played a part in caring
He was amazed at courage that’s never shown to us
How close they monitor each slightest change in him
And others too, they tend them all without a fuss.
And some of them, so close to this such dire threat
Still will come to work amidst such death
And suffer too a fate so awful to us all
As they as angels take their final breath.

And so it goes
And so it goes
Some things are that deadly.

©Joe Wilson – Unmonitored Courage…2020

This is not any kind of ode…

Why do we put power into the hands of fools? They buy their way in in the main of course, but we in turn vote for them. What reckless fools are we! If we look at the countries currently being led by women it becomes clear that they have a far, far better grip on the realities of coronavirus than those being led by bull-headed and sometimes terrifying men. Germany, New Zealand, Iceland, Taiwan, Finland, Norway and Denmark are all handling the crisis far better than the UK, America, Russia, Brazil, Mexico, India, The Philippines, Hungary, not forgetting Israel either. Their approach has been honest for a start, they have been swift to act, and they have been decisive. We have still much to learn about this terrible virus and these women leaders seem more open to understanding this and wiser in their sharing knowledge with those who they care for.

For far too long women have not been encouraged in any number into the decision making process of leadership roles. It is a terrible shame that it takes a crisis such as this to show quite clearly that women are more than up to the challenge.

The Mounting Toll…

 

Where walkest thou My Father
In this the dark of night
I go to watch the pain of man
As some give up their deathly fight.
This virus spread so far and wide
The rich, the poor, all suffer
And only keeping far apart
Can act as lifeline’s buffer.
For this they were so unprepared
Their futures now uncertain
And while some leaders babble on
So many face that final curtain.
Cynicism and conspiracy
All are cast about
Yet when the lonely coffins burn
The weasel words mean nowt.

©Joe Wilson – The mounting toll…2020