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In the Heart
by Poetry X Music
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We stopped saying hello
We infected with caprice
Infected ones we love with doubt
Those we dislike with conviction
With memories of the gone
Which is an exacting affliction
Afflicted as we are with the same disease
With misunderstanding
With truth blasted out like a sneeze
With borders we could now see
With suspicion
And blame we no longer kept to ourselves
The virus was gone. In those early days
We replaced it with energy and humor
Then with our sense of what is righteous
Trying to infect others
A triumph for our country, the news trumpeted
While we questioned if we deserved it
We leaned away from bodies, stopped
Holding doors
We dragged our feet on office carpets
Burdened by familiar debts
We looked mockingly on those still masked
Forgetting the ways we are infectious
We walked the streets like sorrowful ghosts
And with two fingers rubbed our chests
What is it that was missing?
We stopped saying hello
We infected with caprice
Infected ones we love with doubt
Those we dislike with conviction
With memories of the gone
Which is an exacting affliction
Afflicted as we are with the same disease
With misunderstanding
With truth blasted out like a sneeze
With borders we could now see
With suspicion
And blame we no longer kept to ourselves
The virus was gone. In those early days
We replaced it with energy and humor
Then with our sense of what is righteous
Trying to infect others
A triumph for our country, the news trumpeted
While we questioned if we deserved it
We leaned away from bodies, stopped
Holding doors
We dragged our feet on office carpets
Burdened by familiar debts
We looked mockingly on those still masked
Forgetting the ways we are infectious
We walked the streets like sorrowful ghosts
And with two fingers rubbed our chests
What is it that was missing?
