What do yours look like?
I see them talking to mine
Laughing heartily at us
Patting each other’s backs
Glancing sideways to watch
As we rally against them.
I wonder do they sense it?
Our fear and desolation.
This game they play
Is it all for pleasure ?
Or do we shame them,
When we don’t rise above.
Are they just a virus ?
Eating from our core
Until we can stand no more
And give in to it –
To them, completely.
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