It's beginning to grow cold
Yes! The atmosphere
Earth, in all its fame,
Seems to be insane
Is fate drawing a conclusion
Because everyone
Seems to be in confusion
Is our weapon of distance
Against a Virus or a Riot?
At a time when loneliness
Seems to be the solution
There's a reason to believe
God is the resolution
I see a world building comfort
Behind closed doors
The hope that within this chaos
We might not fall
Fast forward behind those closed doors
Fears overcome the acknowledgement
Of his presence here
Knitting up memories for the next few years
With yarns and colours of tears
But as custodians of this soil
Faith is needed to get past this turmoil
Like faith the mind is put to work
For away from your closed door
Is humankind at the forefront of this war
With the choice to lie low or stand high
So when this is all over
When the world knits back together
Although earth will be different
The next generation will be content!!!
©cyneida
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