If the Covid Dead Could Vote

Summary

The text is a poignant free verse poem reflecting on the political handling of the Covid pandemic and its human cost, advocating for the hypothetical voting rights of the Covid deceased to expose the truth and hold accountable those responsible.

Abstract

"If the Covid Dead Could Vote" is a powerful free verse poem that delves into the emotional aftermath of the Covid pandemic, particularly focusing on the impact of political leaders' actions and misinformation. The poem conveys the anger and sorrow of those who feel they were misled by figures such as Trump and Abbott, who are criticized for their handling of the pandemic, including spreading misinformation and secretly getting vaccinated while the public suffered. The author imagines a world where the deceased could vote, suggesting that this would bring about a reckoning, with the dead rising to reveal the truth behind their unnecessary suffering and deaths, and to haunt the leaders who sent them to their fate without empathy or respect. The poem calls for a form of justice from beyond the grave, where the victims of political negligence could influence the living world by voting, thereby exposing the lies and making the responsible politicians face the consequences of their actions.

Opinions

The author expresses a strong sense of betrayal and anger towards political leaders like Trump and Abbott, holding them responsible for the spread of misinformation and the subsequent deaths from Covid.
There is a clear sentiment that these leaders acted without empathy or care for the public, prioritizing their own interests and safety.
The poem suggests that if the Covid dead could vote, they would hold politicians accountable for their actions, implying a desire for political change and justice.
The author seems to believe that the truth about the pandemic's handling is obscured by those in power and that the voices of the victims could bring about this truth.
There is an appeal to the emotional impact of the pandemic, emphasizing the unbearable sadness and the wish for the dead to have a say in the political process as a form of restitution.
The poem conveys a sense of urgency for societal reflection and change, advocating for the remembrance and influence of those lost to prevent similar tragedies in the future.

A few thoughts on a March morning

I listened to Trump. I listened to Abbott. I’m a moron in hell now, down their hole, let go like a rabbit.

I’m the Covid Dead. I’d like to vote, too, to tell people the lies, from a ghost now, so “Boo!”

“It’ll disappear like magic!” And don’t wear a mask. Leaders insane, who got themselves vaccinated in secret, while lying to you, asking normal people to donate to Trump’s Super PAC for Madness.

I’m crying now, unbearable sadness.

I wish the dead could vote. We’d find out the truth, how politicians used them like World War I cannon fodder, with zero empathy, care, or respect.

They sent ’em to hell, politically insane lemming leaders, the truth, guys, correct.

Can we pass a bill so the abused dead can vote? They‘ll emerge from deep graves, ashes rising from urns. They’ll tell us the truth, the real deal from those who believed, then died so alone. Rise up from the ground, guys, then haunt those creeps with no brains, no heart, and no caring.

They used you while lying, so invade their dreams now, and keep your eyes staring. Make them acknowledge all their rotten lies. Give them dreams where they’re on a ventilator, then wake up pumping sheets of cold guilty sweat,

And know what they’ve done.

Vote from your graves, guys. Bring out the hottest hot sun.

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Free Verse Poetry

If the Covid Dead Could Vote

A few thoughts on a March morning