2020
2020
Roses are no longer red
Violets aren’t blue
Not to mention global warming
Now there’s Covid too?
Everyone’s lying
People are dying
We all want to escape it
But what’s the point of trying?
Lying, dying
Killing, crying
It’s all getting so
Sickening and tiring
I remember the days
Before Covid-19
When there was laughing, singing, hugging, dancing
Without the fear of possibly dying
Now it’s like a battle field
Everyone’s trying to stay alive
Only the fittest survive
So you either step up or step aside
Roses are red
Violets are blue
2020’s a mess
Don’t you think so too?
~Audrey Mamedu
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