Corona By Emmanuel Salia Gaima
Our Regret!
It is called a virus;
but I call it our doomed rendezvous.
Slowly it takes life;
and faster it creates panic.
It shifts attention;
serves as a modern bogeyman;
and supports counteraction.
When its victims get tenacious, its tentacles awaken.
It makes the whole world to startle, when it is called.
Its venom nips progress in the bud;
and destroys a whole product of development.
It derails human capacity and leaves the inhabitants isolated.
Ineffable to describe;
still scared of it and rendering me doomed.
Working in the boulevard of no hope.
Hearing siren makes my ears to shrive!
And that hits a non buoyant wave on my eyes.
This makes me download and not upload.
Death, I think about every night;
and my families, I see as enemies very soon
What a virus!
No hope and so the peasant teeter totter;
saying Corona is a hoax.
This makes the heart to die, and our mind to fizzle.
Can I see tomorrow?
I still wonder!
Corona, Corona, Corona !
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