Who do we call the enemy?
The enemy is poverty,
And the wall keeps out the enemy,
And we build the wall to keep us free.
That's why we build the wall to keep us free.
The small silver haired boy shivered as he rubbed anxiously at the sore on his arm as he stood next to his mother and waited for their rations. They had said it was a shot to prevent them from getting worse but shots didn't blink and they didn't stay raised for days on end. The small boy fretted that something had gone wrong and he would get worse so he had asked the nurse at his school why it still hurt after a week but she had gotten angry and insisted it was normal.
Mother scolded him for asking questions and warned him not to draw attention to himself. He didn't understand. If something was wrong, why shouldn't he ask for help? Isn't that why they were in quarantine? For their own protection?
