Benjamin Wu, 11Baltimore, MD The Tyrant Virus Benjamin Wu, 11 The Coronavirus shows no intention of going away Bulking up and gushing out day by day Huffing and puffing and doling out dismay Tossing disease around like confetti everyday. Flooding the nation with desperate despair Death toll so high, Cases erupting Spreading fear across the globe. Rampaging across America in a destructive way But . . . The doctors out there will keep it at bay And with scientists making new medicines, nothing will stand in our way! When a vaccine comes, Coronavirus will pay!
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My Room, a poem by Julia Marcus, 13
Julia Marcus, 13Culver City, CA My Room Julia Marcus, 13 Four faded white walls, two open windows, two closed doors, three paintings, one whiteboard, and just one human being. That would be me. Me sinking into the cushions of the couch, me curled on my left side in my bed, me sprawled out across the floor. Staring at the three pictures on the wall, or the various little items pinned to the corkboard, or rereading a book from the bookshelf, or scribbling something with an Expo marker. This is where I have spent most of the past five months. And where I have lived for four or five years. Where I have come for solace and where I have celebrated small victories. It is a place embedded with my personality and could show anyone with a single glance around the room who this person named me is. What I am. And most importantly, where I am.
Invasion, a poem by Luca Butler, 12
Luca Butler, 12Austin, TX Invasion Luca Butler, 12 It began from some bats They say It will pass with time They say Stay indoors Dont go outside They say In China it began Some panic ahead No one knew It would come to this They ran They hid But soon it spread Everywhere there’s panic Not knowimg what to do There’s nowhere to hide There’s nowhere to It is everywhere People are sick Some are dying Hospitals overwhelmed People not knowing what to do Presidents in lockdown No friend for reasurance No visits from your grandma Grocery stores getting mobbed No food left for us Homeless in troube No going out of town Schools cancelled Doors shutting People turning on each other At the time when we need each other most of all And here I am Right in the middle Worried for my family Worried for my school And most of all Worried for Me
