What mourn and grieve for those who die unknown?
– Only the countless reports of this rising pandemic.
And yet only those who stay indoors
May live to tell about this apocalyptic tale.
No memories now for them; no prayers nor remembrance
For only those who knew, may mourn to this day.
Their lives taken, with their last sentence
As those who saw, are now full of dismay.
What flowers may be held to remember them all?
Not in the hands of us, yet in their eyes
Shall shine the truth how they never got to say their last goodbyes.
Moments of waiting with anxious minds
Only to be shattered by the closure of the blinds.
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