A Different Covid Story V.T.F.
Posted Jan 3, 2022
One Way Voyage (Part One - The Launch)
The time has come for action, the powers that be agreed,
The course is set and charted to proceed at warp speed.
First create a pandemic, then widespread fear generate,
So people seeking safe haven, find refuge in the state.
When they lose their bearings, and become a milling horde,
The ship of state will be waiting to take them all on board.
A model ship is standing by with wind to fill her sails,
She glides o'er a tank of water, a trial that never fails.
The experts grade her A1, no risks can they foresee,
They say she is unsinkable, and that's their guarantee!
The model is seaworthy, that means the ship is too,
So build a ship - no build a fleet, without more ado!
In record time the ship is built amid euphoric glee,
The promise is 'come on board and we will set you free.'
Concerns about seaworthiness are by experts overruled;
Questions about security are roundly ridiculed;
All the doubting voices by mass media are drowned out;
All debate and good reason unscrupulously shut-out.
A captain is appointed by a process tried and true,
He's expert at always doing whatever he's told to do.
A life spent behind a desk, he has never been offshore,
Never served on board a ship, nor heard the ocean roar;
Cannot tell the difference between bilge and Spanish sack,
But will do as he is bidden for Uncle Sam's greenback.
Celebrities from all walks of life are keen to let you know,
They're going on board, so should you, it's the only way to go.
Opinions are a dime a dozen from stars of stage and screen,
Who have a captive audience to watch their scripted scene.
The great and good remind us in every news broadcast,
“The ship of state's unsinkable,”
And they've nailed their colors to her mast.
All aboard the ship of state for a one way voyage today,
She's all shipshape and bristol fashion, and ready to sail away.
The sea is calm the sky is blue, no clouds to cloud the view;
Enjoy the trip of a lifetime on the ship of state's debut.
It may be a new experience, it is for quite a few,
And if you become sick at sea, don't let that worry you!
The ship of state is sailing as stately as can be,
The crew are at their stations, but the captain's all at sea.
“I am the captain, trust me, I know just what to do.”
But some on board are worried that he hasn't got a clue
He's all hot air, a preening cock, a carny barker king,
In short he thinks he knows it all, but doesn't know a thing.
One Way Voyage (Part Two - The Storm)
After fair winds and plain sailing on tranquil waters blue,
The wind picks up and the sea takes on an ominous leaden hue.
Soon many are feeling sickly, and are prescribed a sea sick pill,
But what kind of sea sickness makes the healthy feel so ill?
The sickbay's swamped and the captain's asked about the overflow,
“Put them in quarantine and lock them down below!”
The storm clouds gather darkly above the seething sea,
The rain's a lashing cat o' nines, the wind's a wild banshee.
The ship's Cassandra cries aloud, “I see the dark abyss!”
The warning falls on deaf ears, what can possibly go amiss?
'The ship of state's unsinkable', they heard experts contend,
Come hell or high water, they're on board to the bitter end.
The ship of state is floundering, she rocks and then she rolls,
The captain shouts “Trust in me,” (God help those trusting souls).
No need for panic stations, no need for safety drill,
The order is all hands on deck, (whomever it may kill).
No need to batten down the hatches, no need to come about,
The course is set, full steam ahead, forward and flat out!
The ship is at risk of sinking, why can so few see?
“Fear not,” shouts the captain, “It's the safest place to be!”
“What about the lifeboats?” the first mate is heard to cry,
“What about the lifeboats!” is the captain's curt reply,
“There is no need of lifeboats, I can you reassure,
The ship of state's maiden voyage is safe and secure!”
The first mate stands steady with compass and chart in hand.
“Our only choice,” he firmly says, “Is to head toward dry land.”
“Our course is set!” exclaims the captain, “All is going to plan,”
And the howling wind cries fiercely, “What a Charlatan!”
The ship is slowly sinking, can there now be any doubt,
And eight bells sadly sounds as the sands of time run out.
The wild wind's rage is tamed, a meek zephyr warmly blows,
How many died on satan's ship, God in heaven only knows.
Beneath the sea strewn flotsam that bobs on the gentle waves,
Lie bodies of the trusting dead, lured to their watery graves.
Who dares to ask the question of how they died and why?
And who dares to hope the answer will be a truthful reply?
V.T.F. ### 321gold Ltd
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