The shops are shut. Our hearts are open wide
Before we put the Closed sign on the door
We call the people that we love inside
‘Last orders at the bar!’ the barman cried
Our days of wine and roses are no more
The pubs are shut. Our hearts are open wide
The schools are shut. How hard the children tried
For what, they sigh, was all our striving for
We call the people that we love inside
No space made out of stone for God to hide
At home alone we face a higher law
The church is shut. Our hearts are open wide
Our doors are shut. In darkness we abide
We tear our hair and wash our fingers raw
With all the people that we love inside
The price we pay for freedom is our pride
What price our freedom if we win the war
The shops are shut. Our hearts are open wide
We call the people that we love inside
© Gail Foster 23rd March 2020
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Thank you Gail, I do find your poetry uplifting. Not certain I understand the penultimate two lines though. Thank you for writing. Robert.
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Thanks very much, Robert. The gist of those lines is that we have to sacrifice our freedom in order to win the war against the virus, and in poetry it’s the gist that matters. All the best to you and your family.
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