Poem

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12 Apr: The Hope

The world stands still, or so it seems. To stop the spread go to extremes. And isolate, shut yourself in. For time to fight the virus win. And yet the deaths and cases rise. From everywhere comes “good” advice. Still people live in fear of death. From Covid which will steal your breath. Do you not know who gives you air? Who counted every strand of hair?