'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.'
Pervasive Pandemic
A poem about the various kinds of lives in a city that can be affected by the coronavirus.