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Go Corona! Go!

Tears are draining, 

Smiles are fading, 

Go Corona! Go! 

How many more lives do you want? 

How much grief do you still desire? 

You are a murderer no doubt. 

But you are not just killing people. 

You are killing hope. 

You are killing trust. 

You are killing love. 

You are killing humanity. 

Heartless and helpless, we are afraid to wipe a tear off someone’s cheek. 

Dejected and distressed, we are scared to offer a shoulder to weep. 

We have no weapons to fight you, 

because you stole our most powerful weapon called “touch”. 

Hands are not held to alleviate pain. 

Warm embraces are no longer available to spread hope. 

You pushed us apart in our greatest hour of need. 

But, do not even for one second think you won. 

You lost in every tear we are shedding for our helplessness. 

You lost in every word of courage we are sharing without actually coming together. 

Apart we shall win over you. 

Once you are gone, we shall come back closer than ever. 

Go Corona! Go! 

I badly wish this mantra works at least once. 


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