day by day
the state of play
deteriorating apace
and a new scapegoat centre stage:
I blame the ‘Rona

we’re all going psycho
lockdowned iso
talking heads frowning
helplines drowning
and precious little waving
I blame the ‘Rona

cranky tweets
pungent posts
fiercely targeting all of those
not sharing our glasses of rose
and pet points of view
shame and flame
but I blame the ‘Rona

or once, I did…

but all that pesky ‘Rona can do
is bring to light what’s already woven through
the turbulent, ambivalent, fraudulent heart
of humanity
the heart of me and you

all ol’ ‘Rona’s done?
supplied, applied, amplified
intensified the squeeze
and out it all comes

what comes out of a toothpaste tube?
duh, toothpaste…
what comes out of a human heart?
humanity, naturally 
and with it all that hides inside
the good, the bad, the ugly
the passions and the pride

and what comes out of my heart
under the ‘Rona’s squeeze?
I shudder to think
and many days I shudder to see
yet could it be

I should worry less about
the messes squishing out
reverse my pointing finger
in the much less comfy direction
of what I carelessly let sneak past
of what I simply disregard
of what I make up my mental spare room for
and freely welcome in –

cause there’s no blaming the ‘Rona for that.

...Out of the virtue stored in their hearts, good and upright people will produce good fruit. But out of the evil hidden in their hearts, evil ones will produce what is evil. For the overflow of what has been stored in your heart will be seen by your fruit and will be heard in your words. 
Luke 6:45 (The Passion Translation)