'What quota of grief is acceptable to reserve for yourself when your whole country burns, your whole country mourns?'
Tag: coronavirus poem
Apathy in the Time of Corona
'How would it make me feel if I hadn't left my heart at the corner of the bed?'
I Don’t Want the Old World Order
'The times of corona are opening my eyes, it’s making me look for the meaning of life.'
'They exist in our midst, keep our cities going, yet are invisible.'
A poem about the various kinds of lives in a city that can be affected by the coronavirus.