Back Home..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the problem is here,
this pandemic
and this we know much:
there is no cure
and it is spreading
worldwide.

what now? well, what
to do?

Something cannot be
done by humans but it can
be taken cared of
by what we believe in..

God.

we shall remain to be his
happy children,
playing in the park

do children think about
the dangers lurking outside
this park?

we continue to play
until Papa
fetches us
back home.