A pandemic coronated our world with thorns.
It stings came with fame
And locked down the busiest cities;
A reminder that this world has an end.
The miracle workers are now on vacation.
The rich that run abroad to treat headache
Now deal with the pandemic in their homes.
A reminder that this world has an end.
The world is in chaos.
The high places have turned to valley.
The famous cities have turned to graveyard;
A reminder that this world has an end.
The honorable ones protect themselves
And look up to God for mercy.
The fanatics claim immunity out of stupidity;
A reminder that this world has an end.
If we remember the creator,
Then peace and happiness shall replace our troubles.
Fear not, for this plague is a sign;
A reminder that this world has an end.
Copyright © Ejire Michael 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful piece Message convene in spectacular way. Nice one Michael