Poem: The cure will come
When I was very small, I would scream and shout
My mom would scold me and tell me not to be so loud.
Now suddenly, the world is as quiet as a mouse.
But someday there will be a cure
And all of us will be out of our house.
Until that day, just dream
How the sea, the sky and mountains would have been
For now, let the Earth get some air
Like this, the cure will come
And soon, we will be free..