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Now we are caged, Frightened and enraged, Don't let big words scare you, Or big numbers tear you, The chaos by solitude we try to contain, To protect ourselves,to sustain, This is only a test,
Abandoned are now the places once warm, Here no more people swarm, Tired we are of staying inside, But we have to abide, Take this time to reflect, To reshape, to perfect.
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzyToo much information making all of us dizzyMost who’ve been exposed self-quarantineRunning out of toilet paper making us mean“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Does wearing a mask make you ill?Are you a social distancing hater?Just imagine how you'll feelBeing put on a ventilator. .© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
I never thought Our world would stop Like this, due to covid Things will become catastrophic And Nations will be shocked I never thought I never thought I will be locked
Shhh! Can you hear that? Can you hear the silence? It's killing you slowly; Mince to mince. Look at those people around you, Suffering the same thing that you do. They were enjoying peace;
Dear Covid-19, First there was social distancing. Don't get any closer to me, please. Please keep at least six feet Between us. Now is the quarantine. Stay safe. stay clean.
A new urge to resist and our desirable temptation, a world of many complections and complications.
I GOT THE POWER SO DO YOU LETS CHANGE THE FATE AND DESTROY THE COVID HERE STAYING HOME STAYING SAFE IS THE SIMPLEST THING WE CAN DO UNITED WE STAND ; DIVIDED WE FALL
And just like that The world became quieter Hearts grew heavier People's privilege shone a little brighter And the great big tide Kindled humanity's desire to be kinder.
People worried Scared, bored, not knowing. Death everyday in every state, in many countries. What can be positive from all of this terror? Fresh air For the Earth to start over.
Social distancing is an oxymoron Social: needing companionship and therefore best suited to living in communities Distance: an amount of space between two things or people
The town’s once busy streets Are filled with silent ghosts The loud squeals of children playing Are replaced with lost hopes So many cry in fear of death The thought of losing their one last breath