I woke up again today with a
cold in my soul. When will this
bluesy flu let me be free?
I went down town the other day
and I saw a man in a wheelchair
with amputated legs.
I saw beggars sit on cold streets
wrapped in blankets, asking for
money I could not spare.
I saw an old fragile woman
in her 90s at the square slowly
stumble to her bus home.
And I told myself I ought to be
happy and I prayed in my heart:
“black flu, set me free!”
I see on my TV screen people
suffer everywhere in world and
I know I’m the lucky one.
Yet, to know is not to be free,
a cold hold my soul in custody –
and it won’t set me free.