Corona Virus
The days are blinds
You are so wicked
When are you going?
When are you dying?
The hands are clenched
Souls are leaving bodies
You became the world's terror
You blocked Mr Commerce
The nights are ambiguous
Your blood is almost to decay
We are ready to hang you
You blocked the world's view
Abubakar Muhammad Usman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/03/2020
Poet's note: The poem is about how covid 19 became the world terror, what kind of deep sorrow it sprayed to the world.
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