My Anthem in Pandemic
By Jan Gist
I’m a lucky old white woman
sitting by myself
peering through a Zoom screen
in my isolated wealth
hiring folks to buy my food
taking walks to lift my mood
lucky with my bank accounts
got all I need in big amounts.
Down the hill across the nation
Black and Brown have lost their patience.
Rage and grief and old despair
are joined out loud out in the air.
And they are brave and they are tired
and their passions burn with fire.
No more murder. Make it stop.
Take away the killer cop.
Take your knee off my Black neck
My Life’s my own, not yours to wreck
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