Plague Songs - Fight Them On The Beaches / by Rich Hobbs

A toddler screeches

An achiever beseeches

A squalid statesman’s backchat features

That fraying phrase from Churchill’s speeches

The milling crowd, stir-crazy, breaches

Everything an expert preaches

While someone somewhere cites resistance

Lemmings are numbered with these creatures

A dropped ice lolly’s flavour leaches

A fool who thinks he’s wise thinks Nietzsche’s

The cruel philosopher who teaches

We’re all of us alone, and each is

Not required to give assistance

In midday sun a femur bleaches

A heliotroping sunshade pleaches

The traffic jam of cars now reaches

Beyond the Beechinged railway. Leeches

Must be factored in our co-existence

Skin burns to hues of bruising peaches

Highwaymen sweated in their breeches

Crabs seek shade. A whale beaches

Shades drift through shadows. Keep your distance