470,000 Dead

 

Music, screams and shouts, people laughing.

Midnight, 1 am, 6 am.

The celebration is on.

It´s a mystery to me how this can happen.

Do these citizens think they are immortal?

2 am gunshots.

Shrieks and running.

The police have arrived.

Folks scram and hide.

4 minutes later and they are back.

Music, laughing, singing.

Irresponsibility on each face.

Blood on their hands.

470,000 are dead.

Yet, these individuals don´t stay in bed.

I want to screech.

I want to holler.

Hear me they will not.

Change their ways they will not.

One by one they will go.

Then we will reach 500,000

 

Written: June 5, 2021 ( sensations during an awful- night´s sleep due to a street party during pandemic)

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