What kind of war is this?

When we have to distance ourselves

from each other so that we can still be together.

We left the offices so that we can work on ourselves.

We brought the lessons home.

We realize we had work, we had school,

we have a kitchen, a bed, a bathroom.

We have ourselves. We have a home.

What kind of war is this?

When we understand better that happiness again

is not about wealth nor title.

It is not about mind nor might.

Power again is just the ability to breathe.

And yet we see people on the highways braving the sun

and the winds, night and day, breaking the six feet of separation,

going the extra mile towards home.

We are as strong just as the most vulnerable among us.

And yet we see people in hospitals taking the dare and the risk,

hour after hour, breaking the six feet of separation, going the extra mile

that the sick may go back home alive, healthy and safe.

We are as vulnerable just as the strongest among us.

What kind of war is this?

When the numbers that matter are the ones that we still get to count.

When we have to take the shot twice for the enemy to perish.

Two doses that make the difference

between six feet apart

and six feet deep.

What kind of war is this?

When we can’t accompany the dying.

When we can’t even bury our dead.

What kind of war is this?

It’s the kind that does not pit one color of skin against another.

It’s not about land nor titles. It’s not about you versus me.

It’s about us.

Jay Gallera Malaga