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December 4th, 2020 
Awake Goy 
Me that ‘ave been what I’ve been —
Me that ‘ave gone where I’ve gone —
Me that ‘ave seen what I’ve seen —
‘Ow can I ever take on
the risk of living once again,
as I once used to do without
a mask, as in the era when
we were to closeness all devout?
Devoted not just to my Maker,
I was quite close to total strangers;
towards them now I am no breaker
of feelings, despite serious dangers
corona-caused, although great fearer
that life won’t ever be as great
as it was in the yester-era
when fearlessly we’d congregate.
We had no need to make sure distance
from other people was quite safe.
There was no movement of resistance
against the droplets we now strafe
on one another with our breath,
in that sweet distant era when
drops did not scare us all to death,
as I’m afraid they’ll do again
once we go back without fear to
the sort of life we long for, and
all our relationships renew,
obeying poorly the demand
imposed on us now to be distant
from each other. When immune
to what we are not yet resistant,
a dream I hope will happen soon,
will we be as we used to be
before we all were sadly hacked
by a most deadly virus? Free
to share the closeness we have lacked,
will all of us be once again
to one another just as close
as we were in the era when
we did not fear a deadly dose?
And will fear of it go away
when we live once again in hope,
depending on it while we pray,
hanging on it like a rope,
me and you and all who’ve been
through what we now are living through,
our hopes like skies when we are keen
for them to change from gray to blue.
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