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Staying Alert

We could feel something swirling in the air , smoothing our skin
Soft-stroking our hair like a velvet brush.

And then we heard the voice pervading everything
From almost silent whispers enveloping the heart
To multicoloured fanfares of pretended majesty
Inviting us to worship the new deity.

The light from golden orbs and sparkled diamonds fades
Until the virus pours its venom on all our hopes
Squeezing souls with merciless intent.

Looking up from the lockdown
Our hands reach towards the sky
As the virus trickles from our fingers.


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