We have food in the freezer
and on all the shelves
for we're being advised
to isolate ourselves.
Will it pass over us?
We really don't know.
It feels like that first Passover
of long, long ago.
The Lamb has been slain
and the food is prepared.
We'll be praying that it will pass
so that many people will be spared.
Topic(s) of this poem: isolation
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