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People are stuck inside

God played for one side,
God played for one side,
People can’t sit inside,
Now they are in the cage
Birds are flying in the sky,
People weren’t taking it seriously and thinking it is just wave,
They all are stuck inside,
They all are stuck inside…

Dead bodies are fighting with each other,
I’ll burry first and you’ll burry at last mate,
They are talking to each other,
When ambulance will bring more people so we’ll get to laugh,
This virus like a poison, people are carrying inside,
Birds are flying in the sky,
But now people are stuck inside,
They are stuck inside…

Everybody can’t think same as I’m thinking,
What I have written it could be wrong,
May be I’m not that reasoning,
If it doesn’t suit it, don’t take it wrong,
Everyone has ego we all know,
Now god takes your ego inside,
Now you can see birds are flying,
But you’re the only one, who stuck inside,
People are in the cage and stuck inside,
They are stuck inside…

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Covid-19 poetry lol. I hope you enjoy it.
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the message you are trying to project; and yes,we are stuck inside. You also say that it wasn't taken seriously, which is true and now we are paying the price. Nice job of getting the message out there. ~ Geezer.

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I like it, shows promise... maybe a bit much of repetition, like the title a lot.
Not too sure what side God played for, in your first two lines.
The self-doubt in the last stanza takes me out of the feeling you have created in the poem, into a very different place than the rest of the poem....
The ending is great.

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