From the ubiquitous doorman
To police van that makes its way down our street.
Some things just don't change.
Virus or no virus.
From my preacher's Sunday sermon
to my Church choir sing 24/7.
The encouragement is tangible.
Virus or no virus.
Thankyou America.
I am proud to be an American.
Not because of history's heroes.
But because of today's ordinary folk,
Who in the face of an unseen enemy
go about their day to day work, studies, chores,
friendships, assignments, exams, bible studies.
Making do. inventing, learning and relearning.
Forging camaderie with family.
Tis what America is made of.

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