By Michelle Garren Flye
You’re right, you know.
Masks won’t protect us.
Science can’t stop the blow
Nor quiet all the fuss.
You can’t hide from despair
And politics won’t save the lost.
Maybe just focus on repair
And not tallying up the cost?
What can help us heal from this?
The neighbor is “other” to the free,
And all that matters is our own bliss.
Is it really too much to hear their plea?
Reach out a hand, fight to converge—
Look behind the mask to the soul.
Only when we find that courage
Can we hope to be made whole.