When the whole world is brought to a standstill,
Every move we make is just limited;
We cannot do anything we want to,
For everyday movement is restricted.
As everyone feels the global gridlock,
Busy streets become barren and empty;
The economic crisis is in view,
Leaders are desperate in each country.
All are in a standoff situation,
Nobody is greater than the other;
The rich and the poor both become equal,
Because the hidden riddle takes over.
Each and every nation is in deadlock,
Finding a solution to the puzzle;
Doctors and scientists are mystified,
Just trying hard to do their duties well.
We should all think, ponder, and meditate,
We should all submit to the Father's will;
Let love spread in the hearts of the people,
When the whole world is brought to a standstill.
This is quite good Bernard and well written. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When people find God again, HE will stop sending us a message by way of a virus. This is just the beginning of end times, GOD IS FED UP. Man cannot save this panet. They think they are John Lennon singing IMAGINE.
Thanks, dear Ma’am Panagiota, for the insightful comment...🙏👌❤️