by Sandra Schmit
They closed the borders
that they swore to bring down
And gave us orders
not to leave town
Bombarded with stories
of death most intense
No one is asking:
Does this even make sense?
A war’s in the making
against a virus so small
Last time, with the war on terror,
terror engulfed us all
How about we stand together,
hand in hand all the way
No matter the crisis, we’ll weather
it only united, in Europe today
From the Pillars of Hercules
to the Urals high above
From the volcanoes of Iceland
to the isle of the goddess of Love
There are no roadblocks
between Manhattan and Maine
Between Prague and Paris
it should just be the same.