Viva Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

I think that you think that
I propose that you suppose
That crises and demises,
Closed doors and faces
Empty hugs and empty kisses
Empty cooped up spaces,
Debunk, funk, soul totem
Something quite forgotten
Something quite begotten
Won't leave us without
Deep fears, truth wounds,
Silent courage, shun cry,
I think that you think
That I think as well as you do
I propose a toast Viva
Front line men and medics