O my friends and not-friends I think I've seen the light you want a stop to mandates— OK, that will happen when the time is right. And you want a plan you want to know the most you want to get Covid you want to share Covid so I feel part of the gang And I get it, letting off steam because you want to dance you want to go camping you want your job back you want to be part of a team You want love not fear you want to be free— I see that. But then I get lost. You want Trump 2020 who would banish 1080? You want no abortions you want Marsden Point Do you want fascists in? do you want fascists out? do you honestly want America great? OK but why do you want to assassinate your own MPs and journos? why throw eggs at school girls and spit at your own bus drivers? why this alien hate? I am wondering how you merged with the few the muddled and the monsters. Did they stroke you into their fringe? I might have brought you fishes and loaves but I was afraid although when alone you are possibly still one of us.
~ Rachel McAlpine February 2022
“O my friends protesting” is my instant gut response and blurt to a copycat Covid-related protest outside Parliament in Wellington, New Zealand. I’m feeling sad and bewildered. A few hundred protesters are still camping there after a week, blocking streets and partying. Some call for a stop to mandates for masks and vaccination, but others are protesting against vaccination itself, out of step with the vast majority of New Zealanders. Others carry banners protesting against random causes; some are showing, of all things, pro-Trump merchandise. Really? In New Zealand?Follow Write Into Life