The Survival
To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire with some money
They cannot buy all the necessities
And happiness
We still have to work
To crack our heads
To survive
To feed ourselves
With organics
With vaccines
With logics
With humanity
And so
We have to believe that
God will only help those
Who help themselves
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