This Must not Happen Again
A cynic's dream, where hearts and hopes are rent.
Their 'care' a chilling guise, devoid of grace,
From freedom to QR code, we drift in space.
With trembling hands, we grasp the fleeting thread,
Of liberty snatched by chains of dread instead.
An 'aid' that's cloaked in forceful guile and strain,
We barter peace for profit, loss for gain.
International tides, like stormy seas,
Bureaucrats unite, pursuing cruel decrees.
When pandemic's grasp brings fortune's ruthless call,
In this grim theatre, compassion’s made so small.
For in the war of dollars, souls are sold,
The price of lives eclipsed by greed unchecked and bold.
Yet still we rise, against the weight they bear,
With voices strong, we claim this ground with care.
That must never be repeated, hope must not expire,
In unity we find our hearts' true fire.
Through trials faced, with laughter yet to gleam,
We fray for love, for life, for every Soul and dream.
COVID-19 MUST NOT REPEAT!
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