We are not quite knowing how to feel. It just isn’t clear.
We're numb from this continuing tragedy. Can we feel fear?
Now the whole world waits with nowhere to hide.
The rising death-toll crescendos, just like that rising tide,
Now years pass as the virus sucks our collective breath.
No one is spared; dreams and loved ones succumb to death.
We ride the surges and waves of this black wicked water
Only to be left scared and sorrowful; lambs to the slaughter.
Imagination can't picture what each victim felt and has to face,
Our loved ones are suddenly gone and impossible to replace.
Grand inequity threads throughout all our attempts to thrive.
This is a global threat. Without fairness we will never arrive.
Many say that time heals, but will our hearts remain lost?
Can we find our way, move forward? But at what cost?
Fright and rage scream both silently and out loud.
Young and old taken by an evil smothering cloud.
Nobody is spared. There is more sick, always more and more.
More than the tower's victims and all the many fallen from war.
The sane find hope in the life saving nectar of vaccines arriving.
"Lucky ones" are plagued by fear, grief, anger and the guilt of surviving.
We're better than before the vaccines and sanity in leadership.
And I'm sure this has strengthen and broken many a relationship.
But many souls suffer the ultimate indignity. Dying alone is it's own purgatory.
It's sad cruelty to be deprived a loving hand on the way to glory.
Yet from this awful suffering, beyond the realms of understanding,
Evidence of heroes, heroines, of love and hope will be outstanding.
They shine like beacons in the darkness no matter how they feel.
Let's stand together and find the strength so we can begin to heal.
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