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The Tipping Point

by Jojovits1 

Posted: 16 September 2021
Word Count: 130
Summary: For this week's challenge (finally got some time to write something)! How much longer are we going to put up with these idiots fudging the figures, ignoring the data and generally putting wealth above health?

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Behind closed doors
they all discuss.
They shake their fists
and whoop and cuss.
Agendas make them
on what the tipping point
should be.
What numbers should
they advertise?
The deaths?  The sick?
or compromise
and peddle graphs
that show The Nation’s
beating it with
No worth for them
in keeping score.
There’s more dead now
than was before
and do they hang
their heads in shame?
Oh sadly, no
for we’re to blame.
We stood too close
and sang too loud
amidst that
fifty thousand crowd.
The daily deaths
are down to us
for not washing
our hands enough.
And when the dust
is all but cleared
the damage more
than we had feared…
decisions lie
with you and me
on what the tipping point
should be.

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michwo at 22:58 on 16 September 2021  Report this post
Did BwS finally get round to publishing "Family Portrait"? If it's any consolation, Shelley wrote "The Mask of Anarchy" about the Peterloo Massacre in 1819 but had to wait till 1832 to see it in print! Your poem here doesn't quite run to Murder, Fraud and Hypocrisy as its principal protagonists - I personally wouldn't have the confidence to name names as Shelley did - but it does hint at a government at odds, and dangerously so, within its own ranks, and passing the buck:
Agendas make them
on what the tipping point
should be.

The temptation to court public popularity must be enormous for them. Would a daily or a Sunday paper publish this? It certainly packs a punch and is relevant now. Also your understanding of the term 'tipping point' is spot on. 

michwo at 23:38 on 16 September 2021  Report this post
Poor Shelley! I've assumed that he was still alive in 1832, but he drowned in the gulf of La Spezia in July 1822, a month off his thirtieth birthday. Keats died young as well, didn't he?

crowspark at 17:18 on 21 September 2021  Report this post
Yes! The latest news suggests that Johnson's skies are darkening by the wings of chickens coming home to roost! 3 day week, soaring inflation and soaring unemployment, and he will still be wriggling on the hook trying to put a positive spin on it all. Love your poem.

Jojovits1 at 19:35 on 21 September 2021  Report this post
Thanks guys!  Michael, I never sent it back to them.  I did change it wer so slightly and then gave it to the one it was meant for on his birthday. 😁

Doesn’t quite run to murder, fraud and hypocrisy?  I would say it absolutely does.

Bill, here’s hoping it’s all coming home to roost and the casualties aren’t too big for everyone caught in the crossfire!

Jo x

V`yonne at 17:24 on 22 September 2021  Report this post
C'mon Jo! Get your act together for Family Portrait and put this one up in FB's I am not a Silent Poet or send it somewhere. It's a good poem and comuppences are long overdue!

This one's my WINNER for the Tipping Point challenge and let's hope it tips soon!

Jojovits1 at 20:12 on 22 September 2021  Report this post
Thanks Oonah! :-)

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