Few Believe
The numbers spike ever higher
Tiny sparks now raging fires
The unseen killer makes his rounds
Headaches throb, chests pound
Streets deserted, sidewalks too
I wear a mask at home with you
A nation's nightmare, no end in sight
Few believe it'll be alright
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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