The worst contamination at first did start
in the Orange Free State at a church meeting
with infected people hugging and greeting
and now the government is not very smart.
Worshipers talk of oppression as if it's an art
where the corona-virus does do its evil thing,
while by infection all life seems so fleeting
as religious freedom wants to play its part
and surely now many more people will die
while meeting God can be in any kind of place,
many more funerals will be a final goodbye
and wrong decisions no one can then erase,
with heartfelt tears filling almost every eye,
with only great and good intentions as a base.
© Gert Strydom
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