I never thought I would write about a virus,
A pandemic turning the world into a circus.
They say great events cast their shadows before,
I tend to agree as coronavirus assumed the fore.
Not by accident, as most world leaders declared,
But by design to set the stage for what was made.
And give the world a different shape; another face!
Some names will fade and disappear from every race.
Some names will rise, and some will fall,
To set the world at their beck and call.
They say, ‘Evil recoils upon evil doers'
Be them individuals, or super powers.
Their lives shall never be beds of roses,
As man proposes, and God disposes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Omar O. J. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.