Whatever mistakes and clumsiness,
whatever failure and loses,
whatever loneliness and sadness,
we are all humans, same practices.
This poem is not about the pandemic,
this is all about the sick,
who infect the attitude of a human,
that changing him/her to a new one.
Current changes that arrive,
into our home and our lives.
There is no calibrated idea,
to support this hysteria.
The chances to love,
the chances to survive,
the chances to live,
will be useless, and the void from the cave.
Losing our Faith,
losing our hope,
in the day of agony in the sculpture of a saint,
who tries to captured the pope.
My Ancestors, is also yours,
we are equal, no matter what,
discrimination shall be terminate,
to attain the world peace, and to change the humans fate.
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