Quarantine

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There is a virus without color
Transporting an angry cough; generating widespread
contamination that have molded up into fear on the
faces of mankind.
Self-quarantine became the new norm of life.
The deadly air has filled the atmosphere.
Killing with no preference of ethnicity.
Thousands have withered away by the virus.
The shelves at the grocery stores are near empty.
The supply shortage have made our leaders say:
Don't Panic- wear a mask on your face!
The exterior shades of humanity are less relevant
If you were Black or White; sanitization, excessive
force and protective gear are the focal point.
The indoors are the realms of our new free movement.
Opinions about police brutality are prominent in the
media. Anti-racism, challenging excessive force and
cleanliness are the new stand in solidarity.
Mankind livelihood depends on the upcoming days
violence free, pollution free and prejudice free.

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