Wave From the Grass
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There's anger afloat in the air;
folks are dying from lack of care.
Those in intensive care fear death;
no ventilators; out of breath.
Old folks under strict quarantine;
now, wait for a cure or vaccine.
Triage is a tricky process;
some value older lives far less.
Thank God we're not all so callous;
as to treat seniors with malice.
I love to hear the crowds cheering
the nurses for volunteering.
If we don't let fear divide us;
together, we'll beat this virus.
Hug your grandparents through your phone;
don't let them think they're all alone.
Remember, love passes through glass
when families wave from the grass.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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