Poem… Your Covid–19 Death Wish

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Your Covid–19 Death Wish

–september 23, 2020–
springfield, oh

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

May the universe grant you
the so-called freedom you seek.
My goal is not to change your foolish views,
nor rustic thoughts birthed by your feet.

May the grant be yours, and only yours.
And if George Washington prefers,
let him readily confer
such freedom and its idiocy,
as you bask in your delinquency
and stupidity of life without a mask.
For George, it’s an easy task.

Do you realize that we speak
of your suicide?
Your arrogance and trumpery1 at its peak…

Even more than simple homicide,
it’s the battery & murder of those you might infect.

God speaks to you, his-her-its message don’t reject:
let others live happily
with their masks under “oppression.”

But should you want to live satanically…
Well, as for you and your fetishized transgression,
may the angels see you as you are: a murderer,
an aggressor,
an ass, and the epitome of retrogression.

1Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary: worthless nonsense, trivial or useless articles –First Known Use: 15th century, Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive. Oxford Dictionary: attractive articles of little value or use, practices or beliefs that are superficially or visually appealing but have little real value or worth, showy but worthless, delusive or shallow –Origin: late Middle English (denoting trickery): from Old French tromperie, from tromper ‘deceive’.

Your Covid–19 Death Wish will appear in a future book of poems & stories (release date | July 2021)–

Poem… If the United States of America were my lover…

If the United States of America were my lover…

–march 28, 2018–

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

You promised me, my Love, when it all began:
domestic Tranquility and general Welfare.

Please don’t take a stand
with those who profit from our communities and schools in warfare!
Don’t let them misconstrue the right of the people to keep and bear arms!
Remember your promise when they ask you to protect their firearms,
and that the enumeration of certain rights
shall not deny or disparage others retained by the people.
Those other rights, foundation of our happiness,
the argument against those who would deny
that together we will always be The People…

We the people…
We’ve held these truths to be self-evident:
our unalienable rights,
among these Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Let your Congress fulfill its solemn duty,
and make all Laws which shall be necessary and proper.
Protect the lives of the citizens who love you truly, my Love.
Protect your children’s lives and prosper.

If the United States of America were my lover… will appear in a future book of poems (release date | July 2020)–