What Can I Do?
Can you imagine, waking up to a world
Where things are not like they used to be.
A world which is drained and purged,
And devoid of all that made you free
Think a thousand times before touching,
When touch is the purest of human expression.
The inside of your house is everything
You see, going out is a transgression.
Oh, could it be any worse?
Yes it could, yes it could.
To you it make already feel like a curse,
But what of those who have no livelihood?
Can you imagine, living in terror
Of a thing none can see or understand.
It must be some kind of cosmic error,
No precautionary measures at hand.
Doesn’t your heart bleed for those
Doesn’t it get empathetic and sad
For that woman, that innocent primrose
Who’s down without a sanitary pad
These times are unprecedented, for sure
Homes filled with children’s hungry cries.
This disease is deadly, and until we find a cure,
Masks and soaps will have to suffice.
If this image fills your soul with dread,
Make sure no one lives through your imagination,
Don’t let this be left unsaid,
Come together, come together for the nation.
Acknowledge your privilege
Make your contribution
Towards those living on the ice ridge,
Come, make a donation!