The Squares Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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The squares in silence, the lanes are full
with gloves and masks, the dead are countless
the missing send different data
of the numbers on the screens, O heavens
hells are not lacking in all 24 hours
the news mixers don't sleep
and what was won't be or maybe will continue as before
and so we never have in hand
what we never really had, oh heavens
there's no shortage of hell, weeds
they close the way to fugitives, and many fall.



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DeepL.com, Deutschland. March 2020