Dear Lord Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Like a Jaguar
A very dangerous enemy lurks
The symtoms are unique
Vaccines hard to find
Today, our cities are empty
As this virus spreads

On bended kneels we lay
To the skies above we plead
To the Great Physician above
From whence cometh our help
Forgive, return we shall
Rid our land of this plague

The sunlight is fading
Your children are dying
Alongside heroic health workers
But once upon a time
The earth enjoyed peace
That which is now elusive

Now, no where to hide
Save under Your shadows
Tired are we of this devil's dance
We seek you in truth and in spirit
You did it before in Egypt
Dear Lord, please do it again