Recently, this Poem Arrived …

If Love is a Drug ...
(with thanks to Roxy Music)
If love is a drug, is that why my life
shines brilliant colours, sickness
approaches me, then strolls on past,
barely ever causing me harm?

So, if love is a drug, that’s why I share
the good stuff, with not just dear ones,
who live in my heart & mind, but with
all, especially those infected by hate.

Seeing what hate can do - tragically
destroy not only lives, but hopes,
& dreams too, if love is a drug
sharing it may vaccinate others

so they too, may begin to share
the love that has come to them -
A viral promise of hope in times
that seem hopeless. Love, not hate,

when hate is more easily spread -
All it takes is a glare, a stare, an ill word
spoken, about a man who was choking,
& silence against those doing the deed.

If love is a drug, join together, spread
the good there is, spread it so far
the very soil is thick with it, & seeds 
of hate can’t take root, so hate dies.

If love is a drug, right now is the time
we need it, to infect the whole world
with love - it may not cure coronavirus
but nor will hatred, & we need hope ...

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Poems don’t arrive every day, but sometimes they do, and they demand to be written down, tweaked, and then shared. This one of those poems, written as I watched the Black Lives Matter march in America, in response to the death of George Floyd, after a police officer, abetted by other police officers, did a terrible, unforgivable thing.

This poem is my response, a cry for better things in the future, and for right now, when the world is in great need of those better things.