We all will remember this fight one day
Someday, we will remember these days, When the sound of ambulance sirens prick up our ears every single day, For I-don't-know-how-many times a day. It is at close quarters. Yet, we cannot see how close it is. "Is it for our neighbor?" "Is it for people we know?" We are locked home. Otherwise, we (might) die. After weeks, People are dying of boredom for staying home. Social media is no longer fun, It takes a toll on our sanity; People's blaming each other, The news on death toll climbing quickly, The news on the global economy falling apart, Yet, we are barely able differentiating which news isn't fake. Confused between staying up-to-date or ignoring things, As every line we read seemed scary. While out there, People are literally dying from a tiny little creature, called virus. The governments are forced to roll with the punches, Rushing this pandemic comes to an end. The medical frontliners sweat blood to save the lives of the i