Hidden Enemy

Bright silver moon
Shine your light
On poor souls 
Wandering
In darkness of night

Bewildered
and confused
Led like lambs
to slaughter
Forever Abused

Plague ridden earth
Unwelcome, infecting
Blindly attacking
Oblivious to race
Cleansing, correcting

Cruel and heartless
Boundaries inconsistent
Sucking air from lungs
Drowning in phlegm
The cure nonexistent



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Bjorn is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with the Plague

Image by chris s from Pixabay

28 thoughts on “Hidden Enemy”

1. the confusion is so tangible in your poem

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   1. Thank you Gina 🥰 when I see those pictures from New York of bodies in refrigerated trucks I could just cry. We have a workman at our house right now to fix an appliance and he’s saying that it’s not that bad and more people die of the flu and I know instantly what news channel he is listening to. I guess that one is not sharing the facts 😡

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      1. Oh Christine my heart is with the people I know and care for out there, I may not have met them in real life but still precious and am very angry that this is taken so lightly. unless one sees it with their own eyes and lost someone meaninglessly it will just be a news report. stay safe dear friend.

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      2. You too my dear friend . 🥰👍❤️

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      3. I saw a clip the other day where he’s saying “oh, it’s just the flu. do you know how many people die each year from just the regular flu?”

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      4. He is a piece of work isn’t he? How irresponsible of a leader to misrepresent something so deadly 😡

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2. Sounds like a persistent parasite

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   1. Let’s hope for a vaccine soon ☺️👍

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3. Sadly far too realistic Christine……

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   1. Thanks dear Ivor 💕

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4. A very accurate poem about the current situation

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   1. Thanks Jude. It’s difficult to put into words right now

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      1. Yeah it can be difficult 😔

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5. I like your description of this plague: “Sucking air from lungs”

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   1. Thanks Frank. I appreciate it 🙂

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6. Dark and intriguing. The plague masks always tend to freak me out. You blend the vibes together well.

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7. Hopefully the cure is not non-existent, just yet to be discovered. This shall fall into the pages of time, as did the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918. History moves relentlessly onward.

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   1. Yes Beverly, thank goodness. It will come but sadly not soon enough for many 😢

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8. We are paying high price right now. Hopefully on the other side of this, we will see some changes, especially in world leadership.

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   1. Yes indeed. I cannot wait for those changes 🙂👍

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9. There is so much death… and there is more to come… still I think we are becoming aware of death when it comes closer like this.

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   1. Yes that’s true isn’t it. It’s on our minds all the time now 😢

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10. Besides enjoying your poem I was wondering if you have ever read Roald Dahl’s short story “Lamb to the Slaughter”?

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    1. Hi Christine, I found your comment in Spam 😕 Thank you! I have read some oF Ronald Dahl’S books but not that one. I loved James and the Giant Peach 🙂. I tend to use the saying “like lambs to the slaughter” quite a bit.

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       1. His short stories are very unlike his children’s stories. They have twists in them…the older kids got most of it but a lot of them are more toward adult reading.

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       2. Yes my son had then as a child. He loved them!

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11. Your prayers for humankind are precious, Christine.

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12. ❣️

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