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.