I am seeing a lot of Coronaverses going around so I thought I would join in with the perspective of a third world country. It saddens me to see how the populations of the first world countries are fighting over hand sanitizer and toilet paper when this pandemic could kill millions in poor countries where self isolating is impossible due to circumstances and shared accommodation and stockpiling is impossible due to no money.
Chelsea Owen’s terrible poetry challenge is about stockpiling so I am joining in with this dark thoughts glazed with humour.
Blikkiesdorp is home to about 2 000 families. (Ashraf Hendricks/GroundUp). You can read the story relating to this picture here: https://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/cold-and-leaking-shacks-the-long-wait-for-brick-houses-for-the-people-of-blikkiesdorp-20180630
Poverty makes stockpiling a farce
In some places it can’t come to pass
Money’s really much to tight
Sickness an everyday fight
No loo paper; we’ll just use grass
If we’re sick we’re supposed to isolate
not a concept to which the poor can relate
When you live in a small tin roofed shack
and water and basic amenities you lack
an out of control virus will just devastate
The guidelines for this week’s terrible poems are as follows:
Here are the specifics for this week:
- Topic: Stockpiling against a worldwide disaster, in limerick form.
- Length: A limerick. They’re five lines: AABBA, in anapestic meter.
- Rhyming: Yes. In AABBA anapestic meter format.
- Make it terrible! Got it? Make it terrible!! The world’s ending, after all!
- Rating: PG-13. This is the perfect time to panic …poetically.