Amidst the pandemic, amidst all odds
The lawn mower like him has come forth
In times of adversity , meeting it
The wage is his strength, his motivation
Whilst the others like us are home
Masked, shuttered, fearing death
His wage is his keeper of life
Should he not turn up one day,
be replaced, not mourned
Our priest that passed away last week, or two I guess
Such apathy, we forgot his end
And then we call out the others on their humanity
While our own we convinently forget
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