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The Lockdown

The Lockdown

Just a few weeks of being quarantined
And man, what a trying time this has been.
Stuck in a house with foreign man,
Far away from home, in a foreign land.
On all forms of media, there is much to see;
The updates, the positive, the negativity.
On one side of the world, things have gracefully gotten better
While on the other side, we're still trying to pull ourselves together.

Some people are starting to get nasty;
Pointing fingers and calling names
When all focus should be on the bigger issue.
This is not a joke; there is no time for games.

Loneliness strikes at half past one,
When the chances of seeing friends are zero to none.
Social distancing, "Stay one point five meters away",
Is getting harder and harder to do, day by day.
The sudden awareness of hygiene is actually quite funny
'Cause it is evident that some disregard that when the days are sunny.
The fear in people's eyes when someone coughs or sneezes,
All the Christian churches trying to keep their people close to Jesus.

Nobody knows how long
This thing will actually last
But what is guaranteed, is that
We will all have a good story to tell from our past.

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Nine Eleven

Great first entry Crispie, good flow and a great story, well said

Welcome to Cosmo.

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Crispie

Thank you so much Gerard!

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