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Pandemic, May 2021

lonely faces covered with masks

looking out with fearful eyes

streets void of people

locked behind empty walls

from my window I can see

the child who wants to be free

mother earth is breathing

while humans are in captivity

it took a pandemic to wake us up

but in no time, it’ll be forgotten history

we’ll get back to consumption and greed

to killing, hoarding and absurdity

putting the cloth masks aside

covering our faces with pomposity

I hope I’m wrong and we have learned

we are connected to each other

linked to an ecological community

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◄ grotesque men

May you find peace ►

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