It was the pulse of the world
The baby, intubated in New Orleans
Struggling to breathe
The opportunistic virus running in their blood
breath in
breath out
machine work, work, work
keep the little life going
until they can breath on their own
or not
The old man in Rio
Just got his second Pfizer
Seeing friends who were also luck to get the shot
Seeing the light
at the end of the dark tunnel
The Brazil map gets light
The US gets dark
It was the pulse of the world
Her last words
"get my babies vaccinated, please"
her husband gone days before
taken by Old Man Covid
taken by lies and falsehoods
he was not a bad man
just too stubborn to see
the path to survival was simple
The beachgoers in New Zealand
enjoying a concert
enjoying life
yes, there are bumps
but a much steadier road
a much more reasonable road
a much more humane road
to return to life
It was the pulse of the world
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