A thousand

June 5, 2020

One virus, causing a thousand deaths,

Breaking a thousand hearts,

Destroying a thousand dreams.

We can make it,

We can make it out of the Red Sea,

To the other side to claim our liberty,

Our democracy,

Our freedom to be,

Who we were born to be.

To be able to go outside,

Hang out with friends,

Touch people again,

Without feeling restrained

With anxious thoughts gnawing at your brain.

Liberty, Rule of Law, Democracy, Respect

Handed to us on a silver platter shed with blood, tears and sweat

Only to be broken into a million shards of regret

Of remorse, no know course

Of what we took for granted

And what is now being fore-fronted

As we brace ourselves for the monstrosity

Or the long-awaited glory

As we await news of what we will come to be.

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