My face full of tears,
whose tomb should i cry on,
panic made our daily bread,
mourning became our morning song,
who will go next?our everyday question.

Father lost their children,
wives lost their husband's,
children lost their ways,
Older ones full of anxiety,
everyone lockdown in fear.

Manslayer has been born,
it came for the Eastern part,
journey through Nations,
to slaughter the entire Land,
cure is nowhere to be found.

Humanity are now equal,
power and class all forgotten,
money is now worthless,
everybody is force to obey,
enemies are now becoming friends.

Our wish is to survive,
our hope is to win,
our faith is to conquer,
our wants is to overcome,
our prayer is to see the cure
©Afe Tosin Shola