The Human Essence

Fri, 04/10/2020 - 17:15 -- ExOtaku

Humanity in it's essence
Is held to a pause
No more touch
No more connection
Voices gain power in numbers
The numbers have diminished
This is not a time for change
This a hault
Or is it
Will the populace get stir crazy
And defy the order
Will the people rise up once more
Or will our eyes be forever closed
From dust to ashes
From ashes to salt
The tears of contempt
Lay forever in the wind
What is truth
What is false
What is propaganda
Look to H1N1
Look to past epidemics
What makes this different
I say question everything
Don't forget your individuality
In confinement
Stand up and obey for now
But, don't forget your gravity

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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