A Crisis In Play
I would like to ask all my fellow poets,
To spare a thought and a quiet moment,
Concentrate and pray, and let our
United energy,
Reach India, imagine the torment and
Fear and horror
Humans are going through, which is
Inhumane, afraid to live from one day
To the next,
Stacked up funeral pyres burning
Twenty four seven, the stench of charred
Bodies, whilst helpless traumatized families
Look on,
An absolute terror stricken population,
Asking wealthier countries to please send
Them their surplus vaccinations,
Black smoke rising into the sky depicts,
A true vision of hell!
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2021
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