Sunset is over and the darkness of the night has advanced
The peril of the pandemic is on us
And the gust has started to invade amass.
Confusion is around and nobody sees the light
The wind is crushing, violent all night
And the storm has blasted everywhere left and right.
“Teacher, teacher our mentor
Carry us in your arms with vigor
As we cross this disaster, a turbulent chore,
To dwell on the far and peaceful shore.”
“Youngsters, youngsters I adore
Here’s my hand but can’t carry you all.
The waves are so great and I’m so afraid
That we will succumb to the violent current.”
“Teacher, teacher we beg you so dear
We trust your wisdom and insight so clear
Guide our weanlings pass this water
And not to fall in the midst of the hurdle”
Your folks have declared
Hear me as I speak.
We’ll act as one to defeat the beast
The darkness that have invaded the least.
The skill of learning that I’m about to give
Will shower you
With the knowledge that you’ll need
To cross this river created by this pandemic
And to reach the shore beneath the plentiful peak.”
~ Nelia Garcia Gutierrez