Summer 2020

That one summer that we didn’t travel.
The ground reeks of sadness and fear.
The trees aren’t that green.
The sky isn’t that blue.
We are looking for happiness in a miserable land.
We are looking for light among the dark souls.
Cover your face,
you are not allowed to speak.
Washing their hands, didn’t they forget to wash their souls?
People reek of fear.
The fear of death.
They are eating the flesh of the weak and they’re calling it survival.
We are not welcome here anymore,
nor anywhere.
°°
A poem from my unreleased book.

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