Chandre Stanley

Many tongues

I cannot catch My breath I have no air in my Lungs Will i be another statistic, am i Close to my death For they speak with many Tongues

This pandemic has hit us harder Then thunder I speak with tears in my eyes And a troubled heart This virus has a sister,named Hunger Followed by their cousins Disruption and destroyer For they take and take and take This is our new normality This is our new reality

This four criminals has affected Our economy's stability They destroy and take no responsibility They show no morality

I see pain and fear I see people crying for their, Brothers,sisters and children In hospitals For they cannot see them Due to protocols They're left with the uncertainty They are left broken hearted Because of this terrible group, They are departed

I cannot catch my breath I have no air in my lungs Am i another statistic, am i Close to my death For they speak with many tongues

Poetry by:chandre 2020