Apocalypse

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This chapter is a poem written by Lizzie Read during the first week of quarantine


They turn on all the lights

To make their house feel like a home

They turn the music volume high

They're afraid to be alone


We are living in an apocalypse 

Where everyone stays inside

Living out an apocalypse 

Nothing to do but hide


They hide in their little houses

Cover their faces from the sun

Dodging hands in grocery stores 

Isolated from everyone


We are living in an apocalypse

And everyone stays inside

Living out an apocalypse

Nothing to do but hide


They abandon familiar places

Maybe never to return

Only seeing box-screen faces

Making school-things hard to learn


We are living in an apocalypse

You have to stay inside

Living out an apocalypse

Nothing to do but hide


Suffocate our breath

They tell us better trapped and safe

Quarantining prevents my death

But slowly I become a waif


We are living in an apocalypse

Please, child, stay inside 

Living out an apocalypse

I have nothing to do but hide





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