30 poetry challenge, day 20

French Lockdown 2.0

The man in the blue suit starts to speak:
“Frenchwomen and frenchmen”
And my heart fills with dread, fills with
The same kind of dreadful
anticipation I get before a bad grade.

He begins by congratulating key workers
For their courage, stamina, pure decency,
And I fill with the warmth of hope,
Bathe in the deep glow of my pride in my countrymen

But then he talks about school and the dread returns.
How long will I have to wait
Before I get the normal education that is my right?

Learning online is just different:
There are no friends, not teachers,
Just you, the screen and the voices in your head.

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