In This City of Pandemia
I live here in the city
ground that was void
So i pray for my longing
my cry when I was free ...
People here don't grow
any gesture, of humanity
resenting bitterness that show
even unable to have sanity ....
Coexist badly, hardly without living
So i live well or worse just to live ...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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