These wide open rooms

full of missed connections,

These vaccines of doom

that make us pick and chose,

When will we get our voices back

When can we say no to the vax?

These crowded streets, full of echos

These long nights bare of friends,

Will will this pandemic end?


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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