We are separated
torn apart
born of a dying mother
children of dust, polluted from within

We are shadows
A dying race
Greed, hate, wars
The heart of mankind

Pandemic within
the human race
a bitter taste
a fall from grace

Breathing the dying wind
collecting stars to remember
a distant reflection of who we were
before birth and after death

Pandemic within
the human race
a bitter taste
a fall from grace

(Nyskriven text 21.08.2020)

(Bild från Pixabay)