Random fear
Where does it come from - this fear
That fills the bones with ice
Drips down the caverns of the lungs
And shakes the ground
Like jelly
There is nothing to see
No armaments, no tanks no guns
And still the birds the animals have lost their tongues
Dumbstruck - waiting for the worst -
And no idea of what it will be when it comes
Anita Greg 18/05/2020
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