Beneath the Sun

We’re all out clapping, the noise is a raucous But what lies beneath? There’s darkness among us It saps creation, breath by slow breath Not just the dying But life all around us The streets are quiet, none to be found Sit in the garden As the sun’s blaring down An outdoor cage, with smiles and gin Falsified laughter As the world closes in Look through the glass, family’s within Hand raised to the glass We’re praying to come in We can’t lose hope, freedom will come Stay in your bubble Protect who you could Where do we turn, it never ends We’re shunned from family We miss all our friends Long for the time, beer glasses raised We sit down as one We’re no longer afraid.
Beneath the Sun

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