We lie scattered as this pandemic haunts.
Holding on to ideals that divide our stance.
It’s you versus me; them against us.
And the battle cry against ones we can’t trust.
Blame comes past after everyone’s aghast.
From inaction and kill orders, we cry in the mass.
What have we become, to the heavens we ask.
A nation of unity, now scattered in shards.
Then the child comes to life singing along;
A simple vision he comes to a sing-song.
Then you realise this curse has pitted us;
Against one another when we should be hand in hand
In the hands of a child, a white rose is gleaming.
With outstretched hands, you see him reaching.
With ivory petals, peace is shimmering.
Prodding you to reflect on your own thinking.
For this nation can be so unforgiving.
And yet for good, we come out fighting.
Now is the time for an uprising;
In peace, in unity for everyone’s sharing.
Let the white roses fall from the heavens,
To grace this country of its blessings.
For in arms we accomplish nothing.
But in faith, we conquer everything.
This country is all that we have for the taking.
And with each other, we stand for reclaiming.
Yellow, red, and green do not matter enough.
For we are one nation going through a rough.
The white roses now lay scattered.
That its scent becomes our saving solvent.
We stand as one in a fight so potent
And tomorrow, this pandemic is just a moment.
The white rose is a symbol: that we may become one in order to defeat the COVID-19 pandemic.
Read all of my COVID-19 poetry here.
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