I am so very scared that you are going to get ill.
I am so scared of losing you completely,
where this lock-down limit any contact with you
and very little of any freedoms do remain.
In this time the president talks about disowning commercial farms,
while the government is into Cuba and China from where it comes,
the Corona virus is demolishing all of humanity
and I wonder if they now want to start communism right here?
The SABC constantly broadcasts Chinese technology,
(say at their news that they are independent)
where Chinese technology could not stop this deadly thing,
they did not avoid that all of humanity get the virus.
Loss with death is such a final thing,
I am so scared that you work will bring it to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem