Let me tell you about the boy who got lost in the news
He had fiery eyes, beautiful ebony skin and tiny balls of wool for hair
He spent most days shirtless, with ribs begging to be counted
But his skin, oh his skin was magic – glistening under the scorching sun begging to be kissed
At 9p.m, the boy with glistening skin and fiery eyes had no face
All they could do was say his name and move to virus news at hasty pace
It was curfew time, why did he sit on his balcony?
To watch them protect and serve – spraying bullets in the virus infested air at 7p.m
Where I am from bullets in the air kill faster than any virus
Fuelled by fear, oiled by greed
and boys with glistening skin get lost in the news
Stay home, they say
Lest they take you farthest from home at your expense
Let me tell you about the boy who got lost in the news
Who will put his killers on trial for fighting a pandemic with their guns?
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