PoetrySad Poems

Obscurity

How do you live
When your hope is lost
How should we cry
Since our joy is lost

Biology is a weapon
technology is a lay pun
in this warzone
C’mon we all know what’s up

Shivering in fear
We gather no more in pair
This is a cry for our sick realm
From a sick a bed
Viruses compete with life
And lay nature on a sick bed

Where is the cure
It’s practically obscured
From the poor mass
And affordable to the
rich white carrots
It’s sad.

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