Covid - 19 Era
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These wide open rooms
full of missed connections,
These vaccines of doom
that make us pick and chose,
When will we get our voices back
When can we say no to the vax?
PAPA
I felt you weeping today. As you listen to the song
that life has given you to play....
The colors of the dayHave drifted away
From bright yellow, pale blue and pink.
The darkness of the night gives birth to a bright new day
The day gives birth to a new contagion
Frustration seems to be order of the day
It seems to be that we are at war everyday.
