The Ballad of Personal Responsibility

Wash your hands, don’t touch your face,
Don’t cough or sneeze in another’s space;

Use soap and water for at least twenty seconds,
It’s clods like you that unleashed this, I reckon;

Not too close —  what the hell — you
Could be Al-Qaeda or a sleeper cell;

Stay at home, and don’t go out — it would
Seem that Russian agents like to pout;

Behold the sobbing nurses without masks,
We spent that money on bombs, a pleasant task;

Wipe down that grocery cart — do you really
Need so many carrots for your heart?

The milks have expired, stop complaining;
When you’re no more, on us will gold be raining;

The rent is due, and it mustn’t be late,
You have no income, but that’s your fate;

Dread marauder, sweet plague take flight,
As we cull surfeit souls in the harrowing night.

David Penner’s articles on politics and health care have appeared in Dissident Voice, CounterPunch, Global Research, The Saker blog, OffGuardian and KevinMD; while his poetry can be found at Dissident Voice, Mad in America, and Also a photographer, he is the author of three books of portraiture: Faces of The New Economy, Faces of Manhattan Island, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at Read other articles by David.