Solidarity
Coronavirus, as all we`ll cope:
With fever, cough, shortness breath,
Zoonotic SARS-CoV, without scope:
Chaotic moments turn to death.
Bring heat or frost above the sands!
With time, thy anger passes, Lord.
It`s written yet, by golden hands
The sword of wrath, or healing word?
So nothing comes without a price
Thus, days of wrath and tears pass:
No need war, no more sacrifice;
From faith arises new hope grass.
Incense in saint reverent hands:
Love dust and sands of our lands.
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