We lived in a world with no sad endings.
Now everything seems to be drifting way
We lost a meaning;
A child is a mother, a father is a jail door
Could this mean our existence has come to an end?
A pandemic choose to apply its self like a lotion on our bodies
It says we will never cross boarders but it bothers.
Notes are torn apart, coins are cracked like a child’s feet in a snow
Our green pasture is wilting ,our stomachs are waiting
Poverty we are no longer enemies.
If our mouth could cancel the appointment we are not ready
If our nose would smell it coming but,
All are masked to master and save souls.
People hide in a cave no matter how you crave or you’ll end up in a grave.
No longer play with toys but with words instead.
This shall end like a chapter in a book.
©mullowmash
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