It’s getting cold out here,
Noses running wet and sick,
Eyes itchy and red, throats sore,
Everybody’s scared…
Death’s crawling down the street.
Social Distance, hands off your face: Don’t touch, don’t drive, don’t walk, Stay home. Home. Only place safe.
Wash your hands.
Scrub them.
May be use sand.
Everybody’s scared…
Death’s crawling down the street.
Can I breathe for a beat…
Kick dust in the wind for a minute, Run free in the streets for a minute.
Whistle to the tunes of the life for moment?
Brain feels locked,
Borders locked. World Clock locked.
Total lock down… Everything’s locked.
Can I hug the ones I love?
Can I hold their hands out in the sun for a day?
Keep your distance, hands off your face: Don’t touch, don’t drive, don’t walk, Stay home. Home. Only place safe.
Wash your hands.
Scrub them.
May be use sand.
Everybody’s scared…
Death’s crawling down the street.
No. I refuse.
I refuse to let go of hope.
I will hold on to faith and love,
I will hold on to self and family,
I will hold to health,
I will hold on to courage I will hold onto life.
Written in collaboration with Elijah Bwojji and Irene Mutuzo
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