What’s inside a Front-liner’s Mind?

A free-versed limerick by Neme Samson

‘Breathe for me child, breathe Don’t give up, fight it, fight’ Countless times I’ve said those phrases Guess words do hold better might It’s hard being a doctor, let alone a nurse Long days and sleepless nights Its’ been a year now, being under this curse People take this enemy for granted ‘Imma go to the mall and buy that purse’ Are our lives really that disposable? A bit of respect by staying at home Is it that too hard to do, mind you? If it’s not important, well, stick inside Your homes my dear, we have a law to abide This torment won’t last, if we’ll listen always We medics, classified endangered, anyways Anyone can help, by being mindful of their actions

It’s exhausting, being a doctor, let alone being soldiers Also, parents, and laborers, and those who work They’re the unyielding ones, our brave warriors For money is scarce, much rarer is food yah dork They risk everything, their lives, for us, denizens Of this country, yes, our country that we live in All we need to do is abide the law, such good citizens And this enemy of a virus will go poof, poppin’ Like a balloon, it will disappear, For then we’ll have nothing left to fear Yes, those soldiers, doctors, nurses mentioned and so They’re frontlines, if you didn’t catch the memo They protect, they mitigate, they find ways To stop this wretched endless boring days They yearn for hugs, for kisses, for a bed, for home Things we once took for granted, now long gone So stay at home, help them out Sooner or later, we’ll be outside, runnin’ about