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Poems are a way to keep memories alive!
This is a poem I wrote about my experiences in the year 2020.
Lockdowns, school closure, protests, BlackLivesMatter, and a toll gate massacre by my country's government.
2020 was some year!
Title : 2020
2020,
Out of the blues,
held a riffle and high with booze,
and hope flying here and there,
Like birds in the open season,
falling to the ground, dead.
Plans became as baskets,
holding no water,
Time diseased, root to steem,
Withered right past our faces.
Handshakes and hugs became taboos,
We all became masked superheroes,
with same superpowers;
Keeping distance, washing hands.
Government shutdown,
Schools, unexpected outcasts,
market places as noisy as a graveyard,
and "distance" the trending hashtag!
We learn that lives came in colours
and not only skins,
and even scary times,
with the uniformed "protectors" of lives.
People taking to the streets,
marching without ranks,
to air their voice,
and waving flag,
drinking the blood of it's compatriots.
©TheUltimate