So This Is Christmas

And what have we done I wondered? [player id=’867′]

I went to the zoo and saw the dirty claw of things past. It was a scary sight and I took flight and on my way things flashed by.

I chocked on the smell of a polluted hell. Smokestacks spewed clouds of emission as if they had permission but from who I wondered.

Through a clearing in the haze a mob advanced in protest, all compressed, arms entwined in defiance shouting “Cut the oil, Believe the science.” Up the street I saw a thousand or more batons in a defensive pattern. Water canons stood by itching to try their emissions as if they had permission but from who I wondered.

The devastation of a tornado’s wind spun a town all around and left it spread over the ground as if it had permission but from who I wondered.

Earthquakes, floods, tidal waves all misbehaved bringing fear into high gear as if they had permission but from who I wondered.

Suddenly a Christmas tree consumed my vision. I had heard on the television about a conspiracy called Omicron a variant of concern rising at the speed of light. It hadn’t yet reached it’s height. WHO said, “Omicron will touch everyone unless they vaccinate and mask before it’s too late. So you have permission to go ahead before you find yourself in an ICU bed.