God must come out for help
In this time of hunger and death
We are not free to go out
Caged, it is hard to feel free and breathe
The sky is still dark now
Though a year has already gone
The ominous clouds have
Swollen across it checking the bright sun
The wind of change should
Blow away the devil and bring end
To the sufferings of people
For thousand years to come of this holy land
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Pandemic has delivered the world to darkness. We hope and pray, in God's own time, people's sufferings will be addressed. A poignant poem well conveyed.