The virus is still here.
Spreading rapidly everywhere.
No vaccine comes to aid.
More infected as we wait.
Our school children told to stay,
In-boxed room classes every day.
Government demands their way.
While mothers worry as they pray.
Religion comes to our mind.
The rosary beads are now untwined
We pray for the good of mankind.
As we asked God for a cure to find
Our old folks truly feel the pain.
For not seen family is a strain
Looking sadly out their windowpane
Life for them is not the same.
This is simply a 5+ piece, and yes everyone's life is not the same as before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes ma'am things are difficult but lets persevere and save as many people as possible. Keep the hope and the faith