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Mar 2020
Reaching across the world I see,
People suffering on wounded knees,
Crying people who need some hope,
Trying hard to learn and how to cope.

The silent monster came invisibly on,
No one prepared with early dawn,
Sickness wanted their souls to claim,
Some would not come out of the rain.

Defensively how would we go,
The help and newness how'd we know,
Some families felt the raging beast,
Some live instead of dying at least.

Those bravest souls came running how,
With plans to treat with timing allowed,
Not keeping pace and being overrun,
Still came the dawn with the darest sun.

But many forces of good and not alone,
Came marching headlong into this zone,
Defied the sickness and yelled silently,
We will defeat and then again be free.

For now, we huddled inside our rooms,
With thoughts of life and not of tombs,
Together faced the beast they feared,
With hope, salvation coming near.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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