Wear a covering made of gauze
that fits over the nose and mouth;
Protecting not to catch dust and
particles for the work not to pause—
Perhaps be thrown out, be discri-
minated, and received some shout.
Toil from saving, eyes go swollen
sick from the unseen shark in the dark.
Those shadey spots could be seen
thick and thin that left lots of mark.
Tears shall fall, hope shall not die.
Weary sighs, never heard a lie.
It holds them chain—sicks are
cheered for their pleas are heard.
It holds them chain—lives are saved,
not themselves but those who're brave.
Children are crying, waiting for them
coming.
Hands are trembling, but there are
musts of working.
Things have never been solid neither
have been veered;
But the workers must be protected
and be revered.
True heroes—indeed!
This poem is dedicated to our heroes, our frontliners upon fighting to this pandemic.