Of Vaccine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of Vaccine

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Of Vaccines

Being born in village,
In heart of dust and dirt,
We the kids, were monkeys,
Fast, climbed the trees.

Ate fruits and berries
Unwashed and unclean,
Yet were the healthy pigs.

Then and there, no vaccine
Was around, was received.

Guess hell lives in cities!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 20 December 2021

Very philosophical write, but there is a lot of truth in what you say.

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Nassy 27 December 2021

Dear David...I do not consider myself to be in that level and am grateful for your kindness.

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