The ones who
once were unimportant
are now the
most appreciated.
Once looked down on
by society,
now applauded
by the world.
Even under pressure
They risk not just their life
but their children's
and family's as well.
Why does there
have to always be
a catastrophy,
before we understand?
And do we even understand?
Or is it just relief
that it's them,
not us?
What will come
after the crisis,
After everything goes
back to normal...
Will we still understand?
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PoesíaSpontane Poesie ohne Struktur oder Reimschema, inspiriert von meiner schlechten Laune, meiner Umwelt (aka das, was man mein Leben nennen könnte) und tiefgründigen Filmen (z.B. Dead Poets Society). Erwartet nichts und ihr werdet nicht enttäuscht werd...
