Our People, Our Us
Our people, our us.
So many, such loss.
Real suffering, real pain.
Deep sorrows, remain.
Our people, our us.
You and me, any of us.
Rules set, rules honoured.
Sacrificed time, sacrificed love.
Our people, our us.
Died alone in fear, died without us.
They drank, they laughed, they cheered.
While our people disappeared.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2023
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