We have seen bleak faces with black hands
Robbing all the warmth of life
Snatching away the emotions from deep within.
We have heard deadpan narratives
Of people ceasing to exist, for no fault of their own
Of endless drops of blood congealing fast….
We have shuddered.
But I still have hope
For that’s the only thing I have.
That, empathy, love and peace
Will wipe out the miasma
Of death, madness, violence and depression
I would be able to see the sun
The nascent, newly-born….