The Solemn Cry
Where are the winds that sanctify pandemics?
Nations yearn your yawns.
Dawns swell now seeking your face:
Grapes taste sour amidst plaques of varied grades
For pandemics variegate and dabbles the globe
Overpowering even the super-powered
As draught drying oceans—
What happens to poor ponds and potholes?
Billion years agony reincarnated,
Carnages cutting through nations.
Where are the winds that sanctify pandemics?
Gilbert Asitibasi
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/31/2020
Poet's note: This poem is dedicated to my lovely friends. The poem is about corona virus( covid19)
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