Sofie Dardzinski Pandemic Echoes by Sofie Dardzinski, 10 An invisible enemy has changed our lives. Lives lost, all too soon. Soon slinks fear, that we contain in isolation. Isolation bringing bitter loneliness; thoughts echoing. Echoing around the world, clouds of chaos and uncertainty. Uncertainty in each other, infected with suspicion. Suspicion of one another, seems like our jobs. Jobs vanishing, economy at a standstill. Still, hope is in our nature. Nature is renewing, the world is clean and quiet. Quiet acts of kindness, binding us together. Together we lead, enlightened by our journey.
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A New World… a poem by Elias, 9
Elias Grigoresco, 9 2020 The year started fine then the problems came in a line The masks were slapped on The schools were knocked out The toilet paper went bye The deaths said “hi” It expanded, it grew The house became our world Our world had changed It was rearranged My life became small Everything on a call My whole life on a screen Wait there’s a vaccine? Will we be fine after all?
If I Could Write a Letter to the World
If I could write a letter to the world I’d ask. What about me? In ten years I’ll be 22. What will the world look like then? The worlds past generations have left us. The world where leaders aren’t leaders and peace isn’t peace and answers aren’t Answers and it’s all falling down and I’m tired. Where the clear blue sky will only be a distant memory and the west will be little more Than scorched land. Will there still be injustice? Prophet of doom, pleased to meet you. It doesn’t affect us. I’ve heard that more than enough. But that doesn’t mean you stop fighting. And maybe it’ll never be enough. We are so much better than this We were great. Are we? Were we? Is great coming and claiming and stealing and colonizing and reinventing and lying then finding and taking and enslaving and reinventing and attempting and upheaving and Incarcerating and reinventing and deporting and killing and reinventing and reinventing And reinventing. And reinventing. And burying And denying And justifying for your own comfort. We don’t change by forgetting. We change by remembering. We don’t change by trying. We change by doing. This is us. This has always been us. In ten years I’ll be 22 will it still be the same? Will it? Will it be screams and shouts and flags from lost causes and glass shattering and anarchy and chaos and then we are raised fists and open palms and singing and hoping we shall overcome and guns pointed and we have to kneel? Someday… Is that the world you want to leave to me? to them? to us?
