Smoke, mirrors and rainbows
You could say
we live in politically acrid times.
Smoke and mirrors.
Harsh on the lungs,
lips taste bitter gall
my eyes sting.
Some are wearing
masks out of respect
for the collective.
Some fear
trespasses on civil liberties.
All choking on something.
Rolling up sleeves
or vocally denying efficacy
Rock and hard place.
Faded window rainbows,
we scrawled for the NHS.
Seems a lifetime ago.
Prismatic refracted light
symbolically bridgind worlds
longing for polarisation to cease.
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