Selected Works, Volume One On Sale
Jerry Prager, author of Legends of the Morgeti vol 1 &2 has published selections of poetry and prose from three of his previously published books, his blog The Well Versed Heart and unpublished works. On Sale at Macondo Books, the Bookshelf, in Guelph and the Eden Mills Writers Fest.
D'Etre Raisins

No sour grapes these,

rather the withered sweetness
of seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Prologue from the Pandemic 1. It Began To Go Wrong


It began to go wrong when doubts were nursed into distrust
in all streams of information flow, media, fake facts,
spin out of control, whirling
the corruption of politics business of greed
decimating public good with ammoral sledges.
It began with local news destroyed by conglomerate agendas
of laissez-faire powers to distort truth, bury facts,
murder journalists, all of it financed by
a coin in the money laundry,
when the losers of the second world war
won the peace in 1984’s electioneering coup:
anyone with a working sense of distrust
doubts every word that spreads from the mouths of most powers.
In that spirit, the appearance of a new virus on a planet battered
by pillaging and indifference to the largest and smallest forms of life, ensured the news of a rapidly spreading disease was met with theories
of conspiracies unfolded by the world’s various, competing,
military-industrial complexes and their Officed servants and financiers: by a planetary coup of gangster capitalists,
by a China run by billionaires pretending to be communists; 
by an America run by billionaires pretending to believe in democracy through their Grifter King
who’s con agenda at odds with the personal health
of everyone on the planet, skews news to lie and facts
with no trace of common human or planetary good defenders in their circle
of bots and shills and gospel spoilers alert to opportunities to distort
truth across a wide array of bought and paid for sources,
which is how the emerging pandemic
made us all victims of our own false doubts fed to us
from fake news broadcast from all sides, street level
competing opportunisms, from those with criminal intent,
insisting on the return to work of the already abused and devalued, essential workers, who have forever
proved that they, not capital, are the means of production
the front line between humane humanity and capitalists.
The succubi rich continue to feed off the host
from the safety of their places in the shadows
while the virus unleashes unexpected depths of community
where ever it spreads, turning provincial privateers into agents of common good
 washing clean the contempt of old ways on TV, or not, we'll see.

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