Catalyser of Fear by Clara olde Heuvel

Catalyser of fear by Clara olde Heuvel ©

What has changed?

Since corona

Instead of going to a grocery store with a mask 

What has changed?

I ask 

Corona 

Has changed nothing much at all 

No Home Office 

Cause of privacy rules 

Urgent Client meetings 

Cause of deadlines 

While we were told to cancel all meetings 

The only things that have changed 

Are the people

More anxious 

They became 

When walking in our office 

“Keep enough distance!”

My boss tells us day by day 

As if 

IT will then stay away?

This crisis scares people

Makes them even more afraid 

Than they already are

The goal of all this 

To take care of ourselves 
and of each other 


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