Tripe Punch to my Heart

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Covid-19, earthquakes, Hurricane Maria.
My beautiful and small island, Puerto Rico.
Hit by three enemies. September brought the hurricane.
Earthquakes and shaking ground gave us another punch.
Pandemic in March knocks down us on the ground.
The worst punch in my heart. Devastated. No way out.
Long lines, hunger, poverty, no water, no power,
no gasoline, blue tarps, unemployment. Dead people.
Sick people, scared people, depressed people.
Hospitalized people. Lock down, curfew, masks.
Forensic bodies waiting for burial. School closed.
Covid is universal. Social media reminders, wash your
hands, cover your face, keep distance.
Politics. Corruption. A state or a colony? Confused.
Only my garden, only my flowers. The sound of the wind,
the sound of the rain. Missing kisses from my grands,
from my love ones. Missing hugs of friends and family.
Missing church. Missing a family member who was shot.
Missing funerals to say good bye. Missing traveling.
Missing good morning, good night from someone.
Asking for blessing for the ones who serve.
Asking for blessings for the ones who left.
Every night dripping tears. It doesn't matter...
Who cares?

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