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by Chris Sorrenti

A race against time
The unwanted destiny
We sit naked and afraid
In our homes turned bunkers
While the variant awaits
Circulates not far
From our front doors
70% more contagious...deadly

The cavalry’s coming!
Proclaim the politicians
Lifting the latest lockdown
While the rest of the world
Seems to have passed us by

As we wonder and worry
What will come first?
Or third wave?

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Posted on 02/13/2021
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/13/21 at 03:18 PM

Sorry Cris.U do think a NEW strain is ineventable= put your name om a waiting list!!

Posted by Laura Doom on 02/15/21 at 10:49 PM

...and if vaccine roll-outs are too slow, more variants will emerge - could be a long cycle home.

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