She
A pale ghost from
A stateless, segregated hell
Tear your skirt in half and tie your dying child on your back
With feet unshod you walk and walk
As the operations of clearance continue
If you can survive the rape, the fires
The bullets…the waves
The lady with the medal exclaims you are all just fine
As you lose your name and the graves multiply
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12:03, in front of great stone
soldiers and sailors,
cars go round and round.
A group of ten people stand
together, at the steps of the gray,
limestone tower, over a hundred years old.
Most of them hold white signs,
with simple block text:
PRAY FOR DARFUR 1 PM.
A few cars honk or wave,
most passersby on foot pick up
their pace, drop heads.
At 12:04, one couple walks up,
in their sixties,
still holding hands,
asks a sunglassed college girl,
holding a sign,
“Who is Darfur?”
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We live in a scary
World today
It’s different than
Before
No more hugs kissing
Our happiness gone away
Like never before
The virus has taken our
Loved ones away
Families suffering
Like never before
The fear of the unknown
Has arrived
The worry of what will happen
Tomorrow to you and me
Coronavirus on our mind’s
Coronavirus everywhere
Our lives in danger
Like never before
We practice social distancing
Every day to keep the virus
At bay as we shop in different ways
Were asked to stay at home
Like never before
When will this
Virus ever go away
But I promise
I’ll love and pray for everyone
Every day.