Art is not always about pretty things. It’s about who we are, what happened to us, and how our lives are affected.

– Elizabeth Broun

When fear has become the emotion dominant

When uncertainty surrounds us, omnipresent

When answers to questions do not exist

When on the narrowest sliver of hope we subsist

When physical space we find in constraint-

There is only one way out- to give free rein

To imagination, to try to get the mind and soul immersed

In art- the medium of freedom in this dystopian universe..

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One could create, one could simply admire

Art in different forms could serve to inspire

Millions who are hurting, unable to give expression

To the swarming plethora of emotions

When ordinary language fails to convey

Innermost feelings, art provides a beautiful way

To express, and to preserve that expression

For posterity- one day there would be a compilation

For future generations to study to understand

How this pandemic changed the lay of the land…

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Whereas science will lead us to a vaccine or a cure

For the virus itself- art, I think, will enable us to endure

The emotional burden that the pandemic has placed

On humankind as we fight a war never before faced…