I see the country through my friend;
I see my friend through the country.
It all is getting blurred.
The country has such a short memory.
6 weeks ago we were still staying in our homes,
Afraid.
Afraid to shop,
To see friends,
To hug our relatives,
To walk on the street without our mask.
Today we forget how hard it was.
In February and March
We lost our jobs,
Forcing us home
To clean, to cook, to read, to play video games.
Now it’s time to get back to work.
Will we forget what it was like to pause?
Yet, not all of us
Will get our job back.
This will cause anxiety and fear.
Perhaps it already has.
When will the money run out?
The money, the money.
Such a fallacy!
We though that we could not survive
As a country
With a trillion dollar deficit
Until it was necessary
To have a multi-trillion dollar deficit
And it turns out
That we can pretty easily.
We just print more money,
Move some things around,
Borrow from ourselves.
Kick the can down the road
Another decade or two.
And the stock market!
Ha!
Are you watching?
If an authority figure says something fearful,
It falls!
If an authority figure says something hopeful,
It gains!
By a lot each time!!
And does it affect your bottom line?
Yes if you are rich enough to invest in it.
Once the stock has been traded,
It does nothing for companies.
So who loses when the market goes down?
The rich.
Who wins when the stock market goes up?
The rich.
So it behooves the rich white man
In the rich white house
To say something hopeful
Whenever he needs to,
Making the poor think that
The economy is good
And that they will get their job back
And maybe even get a raise.
But maybe it doesn’t work that way.
I’m feeling sad for my friend, my country.
She doesn’t like numbers,
They are scary,
And if you push them at her,
She pushes away.
It causes discomfort
And anxiety.
Just tell her what to do.
The rest is just too much.
My friend wants to know
How to stop the anxiety,
But she doesn’t want to face the fear,
That awful fear
That gives her a stomach ache
And makes her forget
What she was going to do
To make life better.
Yet if she faced the fear,
And looked it in the eye,
And went through the growing pains
Required to heal,
Then at the end
She could breathe a sigh of relief.
But that costs money.
It costs facing the family and friends
And admitting defeat.
And admitting she was wrong.
And admitting she is broke
And might have to let someone else take over for a while
So she can heal.
Who will take over?
And what will they take over?
Love is the only answer to all of these questions.
Love will overcome fear
And poverty
And hopelessness
And change.
Looking into the abyss
And stepping in
With a multitude of hands and hearts
Filled with love
Might be enough to
Jump.
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