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This particle brings moments cathartical

THIS PARTICLE BRINGS MOMENTS CATHARTICAL
By Shreefal Mehta    4 Apr 2020

To hear this read out: https://youtu.be/-0MALwyRawA

An unseen particle has brought alive the Neanderthal
When this particle arouses your fear, the best action is to stay put with near and dear
For some the solution is bravado and they must challenge the status quo
Their arrogance or ignorance raises public anxiety, but for the love of all, stay home with great piety.
Staying away is now my affection standing too close can bring affliction
Taking this chance for self reflections, a moment for thinking about the best actions
They say that this tiny unseen particle, brings for humanity a chance cathartical.

One leader’s voice can become our choice
The PM of a billion point four, with voice clear spells hope and more
You are not alone he says with a roar, the symbol of light will make our spirits soar.
Whether you own no cars or four, you have to stay behind that door
The POTUS of a nation at the fore why can he not even read the score
Dividing, seeding doubt, he schools, but does not issue lockdown rules
Heartbreaking to see the result of his waffling, his leadership’s ignorance is truly still baffling.
Is he protecting his image for his own election?  The people have to review their selection.
They say that this tiny unseen particle, brings for humanity a chance cathartical.

Looking through the despair and death Is it time to repay a higher debt?
Do we owe humanity some more love?  Have we polarized the world offering hate in a glove?
The world is always half in dark and light; our thoughts are always a mix of wrong and right
What thought we choose to focus and act; makes a new world emerge that’s a fact;
When we hew and form our views; with what lens we form our fake news,
Sowing discord we mutter and mumble; spreading love not rules; tear asunder
Humanity is called upon itself to distance and isolate; yet coming together we learn is the only way to elevate;
Our minds we must observe each day in lockdown; what attracts what grows love and what brings us down;
What humanity directs will grow out of this; whatever direction we take, let’s not miss.
This unseen particle has given us a chance; to be alone yet learn together how to dance.
They say that this tiny unseen particle, brings for humanity a chance cathartical.

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