Whether panic is needed seems to depend on those who seed it …
Who you gonna call
When there’s no number given?
All in a panic, listening to the news;
We, who are used to a very quick fix;
A pill to cure all our ills.
Fear causes quite a stir
When there’s no one to call.
This evening at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quidrille of exactly 44 words using the word stir. With the Coronavirus causing a major world wide stir, I thought I would write about our reaction to it.
What does it take to retain a friendship, a marriage, or respect? Does one incident destroy a life time of work. Is there any sense of forgiveness and moving on? I usually like to post positive posts that are hopeful and uplifting. This one is just the opposite. It is my observations on how society has seemed to turn in on itself. It seems we have become like a tank of hungry Paranas waiting to tear into the next victim. We no longer have need for Judge and Jury. Every victim gets tried and convicted in the social media and the sensational news broadcasts. When society loses its moral compass everything becomes vicious. I believe we still have a long way to go in learning to care about one another.
Survival of the Fittest
Clouds of controversy cover all the good that happens