A Poem for the Pandemic

People were not meant to stay inside,
We were born to thrive outside
So that the whole world would see us shine
And every day’d be warm and fine.

Days and weeks passing by,
Babies crying for a lullaby,
Kids and grownups getting restless,
All we want is to be free-n-fearless.

May the dead rest in peace,
For their battles have come to a cease,
So that we may (hope to) live
And hopefully not forget how to forgive.

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