Their lives are like fallen leaves That lay on the ground until They gradually just disappear As if they never ever existed But they are not leaves To be swept away by invaders They are human beings Who are being exterminated It is not a lapse of memory Since the last holocaust It is a …
Coronavirus Thoughts – from January 2021 The rain runs down my face, But it does not wash away The look of anguish, that has Formed like a furrowed field. My voluntary solitary, has Become involuntary isolation, And I feel the need to break free And roam in the winter weather. The virus, like a plague, …
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