I am ashamed of so many here writing
Of junk not of our sick and dying here trying
To kill them with love am I right?
Maybe sickness and death is nothing at
All where you live.
Here in America 🇺🇸 we at least pretend to care.
With this virus the journey twords death
Is a short journey here.
Can you at least pretend to care with what
You write to pressure those here to do the right
Thing,
By helping those unable to now help their selves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem