I stare at the open sky, imagining what the world has become today
Seeing people all around, wondering if they would last another day.
Right now, no one really cares about a picked date
Everyone praying not be later referred to as late
We stare at each other’s faces and still can’t see out fate.
We all afraid of one common thing, which kills our immune system
We look up to our government, but who knows where they lost their roots and stems.