The incredible view of shops shut,
The market place stony silent, no gram of plodding,
The hustle and bussle, turned a dormant state,
Is it a sign of the times
Sojourning a criminal act now,
Articulate passes deemed necessary, for ease of travel,
Is it the end of times?
Parlours, Care centres are a hive of drudgery, cemeteries
are becoming a rendezvous, unexplainable,
life losses, is it history in the making they say there was influenza,
, but our plight seem bleak, desolate,
Our inventors, scientist have they raised up their hands in awe?
out and out, as we await success story of the cure of this scourge,
is it, hide and seek games being played, like a cryptic puzzle
like DB Copper Case, no one knows where he and his loot ended.
Are we locked down holed in an endless tunnel, is their light at the
end of this tunnel?
Where is the spirit of Isaac Newton, Galileo Galileo.
Oh Lord redeem the world, heal the world
Churches locked, our man of the cloth cry in closed doors of their homes,
Is it not the place of refugee, turned to no go area, places where unseen demons
How collosal a demon is it?
Come to our rescue Almighty Jehovah Ralpha
Our Unborn babies, newborns to remain masked, locked up?
To see the Majestic, and wonders of the Hands of the Great Creator,
Flaura and fauna stay untouched, no Adam and Eve to see.
Our places of leisure, safaris, shut
Only time will tell, when our good Lord will answer
the cry of human race.
Red like scarlet sins you forgive oh Lord, if nations cry
and people turn from
their sins you will heal their Land.
We cry Lord Heal our Land!
Mutsawashe Museredza(January 2021)