South Africa

This disease is killing freedom of speech

at least we can still breathe 

some none efficiently 

due to lack of effective medication from this country 

even though we are trying 

or is the system failing 

no we not maybe the country is falling

into a deep dark reccession 

dealing with continous depression 

anxinouness and this virus being relentless 

this is making the city restless 

not talking about a leg syndrome in poem 

quarintine zone and who has spoke 

against the higher that have been told 

old souls made with new moulds

in tune with the new and old 

generations connect like vice holds

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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