We swarm across the border
where the threshold was a wall
the guards are large-sighted
the farmers plow on
We push our way out of the cold
through the roses on the right, the lilies on the left
red and white the leaves
swirling behind us
We are many
more tomorrow
thunder rolls through the clouds
the children become restless
the parents get them home
on the way, they still glow
with freedom, at home
they close the doors
with infected hands
there is not enough soap
and not enough stock
to keep us at bay
We escape time and time again
nail open new houses
dive inside
and unleash a flood
Poem 3023 Amsterdam, 2020-06-29 Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing The virion enters the cell with an S-spike glycoprotein (spike-shaped protrusion) Collection:Changing Times Keyword:Foreigners: guest Keyword:Covid-19^