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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^ 
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