The door
The door that everybody cowers from
Beyond is a land
A land of risk and disease
Of uncertainty and death
What was once a bustle
Became a ghost
The lands abandoned
Yet some who venture out
Never return
The houses are empty
Left only the living
We need to go out to live
But we may not come back
Food and water are scarce
We may never see them again
Jobless men and women
Have no money
People who break are robbed
Robbed of money and freedom
Yet people still find work
In places where we eat and sleep
The blue coats roam the land
Catching any poor soul who breaks
People on the brink of death
Lie wounded beneath white ceilings
White light
Men and women
Clad in white outfits unable to breathe
They are dying
We need to contain it
The thing that connects us all
Is failing us
It is getting weaker by the second
We need to flatten it
Flatten the winding road
Or more will die
Hey guys, hope you like this new one. My second poem on the Covid-19 situation.
Written on May 2020
Last Revision Date: Tuesday 7th Dec 2021
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of self-made poems. Each chapter is it's own poem, so you won't have to wait until it's completed to start reading. Last Revision Date: Sunday 14th May 2023 (PS: So that you guys know that I am still active)
