How shall we run away during this night?
Shall these days of great tribulation be shortened?
Neither grief nor melancholy is fair for this sorrow of a world
Shall this generation come across the splendor of gray hair?
Or should any flesh be saved?
No going back, still no way forward
Has this oppression ever been from the beginning?
Is this imminence to ceasefire or it's just the genesis of adversity?
Every new day is a bowstring, more stiff
The Yersinia pestis sent plagues across the globe
Killing hundreds of millions with reckless abandon
Later, cholera pitied not the residue of the curse
Still trying to end a series of pestilences, he just intruded
COVID19; spreading like wildfire
It is a wholesale massacre of millions, sending them to mass graves
Stay in and mask up, no touch
HIV, cancer, hernia and company neither comply with lock down restrictions
"Lord have mercy upon the world, shorten the time!"
[MASK UP, STAY IN AND DO NOT TOUCH #staysafe]
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Author:
Amon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2021 06:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I pray that this COVID19 surrender and this generation faces no more tribulation, so far play your part, MASK UP, STAY IN AND DO NOT TOUCH. STAY SAFE.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Well said. Stay Safe
A fine write Amon.
Yet we are allowed to leave home for medical appointments and treatments.
I'm allowed to leve for work; behind the mask
Yes, leave home for work too.
Very appropriate and well written words Amon.
The line "Shall this generation come across the splendor of gray hair?" says such a great deal.
Andy
thanks Andy
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