Contagion 1 Poem by Marc Jude Fernandes

A pall of gloom descends on the land,
Hope & sanity drifts like the desert sand,
Days of joy & merriment seem buried in the past,
Alas! mourn how our dancing days didn't last.

Our lives have been visited by an invisible, unwanted guest,
Who has put the soul of fractured humanity to rest,
Is this an act of providence, I would like to know,
Or have we written our own tale of misery and woe?

Dont know why my mind breeds fear,
Doomsday, I guess was never so near,
Our minds now ruled by contagion,
Our prudence vanishing into oblivion.

Contagion! Influencing the minds of even those in power,
Lockdown-No daylight in humanity's darkest hour.