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This Virus Won’t Keep Me From My Own Bed
( after Yahuda Amichai )
I know it seems humanity is lost,
But times are no more worse than holocausts.
No matter how the news fills us with dread,
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Though I am isolated, hear me now;
The people of this world remember how
Pandemics, famine, wars are ever spread.
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Could Samson kill Corona for his God?
Does fear make us call Death a hoax, a fraud?
Are questions ever solved when blood is shed?
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
The men who burn with fever lay the blame,
Their children and their children play a game.
Lay down a sword when words of peace are said;
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
I know it seems humanity is lost,
But times are no more worse than holocausts.
No matter how the news fills us with dread,
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Though I am isolated, hear me now;
The people of this world remember how
Pandemics, famine, wars are ever spread.
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
Could Samson kill Corona for his God?
Does fear make us call Death a hoax, a fraud?
Are questions ever solved when blood is shed?
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
The men who burn with fever lay the blame,
Their children and their children play a game.
Lay down a sword when words of peace are said;
This virus won’t keep me from my own bed.
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