I ' m Hardly A Poet, And This Here Will Show It

 Rather than writing my usual tome,I ’ll end twenty-twen with a post-Christmas poem.There ’s no point pretending it’s been a good year,As several things became perfectly clear: No longer a nation that ’s in it together, We won ’t be till Trumpists can face up to whether,They ’ll re-value truth and can end their reliance,On people who ’ve told them that such things as science,Are kidnapping, cannibal, liberals ’ lies.So it ’s perfectly fine to go out for supplies,With a face that ’s defiantly, proudly unmasked.For Americans ’ “freedom” means not being asked,To consider your neighbors and act within reason,Not now and not ever, not even this season,In which we ’re reminded that sacrifice still,Is a virtue worth holding. But few of them will.To those who are willing to follow the rules,We ’re glad you consider masks worthwhile tools.But unlike that reindeer ’s whose schnozz they say glows,Your mask won ’t do harm if it covers your nose.And maybe those saying they ’ll not take the vax,Will go to a care place and help fill the sacks,That hold victims ’ bodies. So sure they’d be fine,They could sub in for someone out on the front line.But not just a virus has cleaved the divide;It ’s the concept of letting the people decide,Who their leaders will be by a time-honored vote,Then accepting results, not some schemes so remote,That believing them marks one impossibly dim,Too easily hoodwinked by flam and by flim.To claim your vote...
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