Five Hundred Thousand
So sad the day
five hundred thousand slipped away
too many names to recount
lost as the pandemic mounts;
some believed it all a hoax
anger, violence to easily provoked
but for those who've lost someone dear
the reality is quite near and clear.
Say your prayers as it begins to slow
and wiser minds with wisdom grow
facing challenges still unknown
this crisis on all the world is sewn
but mindful hearts and innocent souls
bear the lessons learned and truest goals
to breach the separate selfish yields
revealing the goodness in humanitarian appeals.
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