During A Pestilence Called Covid-19 Poem by Gert Strydom

Outside like a caller of death I hear a hooting owl,
the neighbour's dogs howl at the moon their moans,
then at each other savagely threateningly growl,
over scrapes of meat and marrowbones.

While all of the world is ravaged by fate,
people deadly ill do in hospitals lie,
to recover from a virus do have to wait
and over numerous deaths others do cry.

In all of this I do so severally miss you
and it's as if time is ticking only bit by bit,
while the world, you and I have to see it through
and under a lock-down and curfew do rue it.

You are the very life and happiness to me
and of my sincere love you do truly know,
while we do live in a world full of misery
and in all of this you do miss me too.

Months ago I could not about such a futuristic life think
and at China not stopping the virus my anger raves,
as a love one has died and humanity is brought to the brink,
while the pestilence reoccur and strikes as if in waves.

I call upon God to break the Satanic-chains,
do not my life with you and my love for you regret,
although longing brings to the heart pains
and never will I be able to you to forget

but asleep I reach out to you at night
and this small bed feels like a berth,
while all of the world is full of fright,
as this thing has suddenly threatened the earth.

The news is full of needless death,
while the government does all in its power,
it's as if a person is scared to freely take a breath,
while unbeaten this monstrosity does tower.

Still you are in my soul, spirit and heart
past eternity and past the very end,
while thoughts of you do through my mind dart,
where you are my companions, my wife and my friend.