Inspired by A Need to Make Some Sense of 2020
The Pathos of 2020 9.2.20
When this year finally ends
My hope is that its pathos
Inflicted by the four Ps
Will also meet its end
The Pandemic fertilized the soil
The Press planted the seeds
The Protests gave it light
And Politics provided water
We, collectively are the soil
We have embedded in us
Feelings and emotions
That we strive to overcome
The Four P’s evoke these emotions
And the Four Ps
When mixed together
Become a dangerous cocktail
Freeing and feeding those emotions
Into a crop that is not life sustaining
But into some type of vegetation
That chokes every good thing around it
Like the unwanted weeds in a garden
The only way to eradicate this pathos
Is to dig it up by its root
Which will take effort from each of us
The Pandemic will not defeat us
The Press will not think for us
The Protests will not make us cynics
And Politics will not define us
