Qualm

Ho you wicked harvester of man,
How old are you to stand our way?
Placing locks on Mosque and Churches,
Where else do you want us to pray?
You love to make people die,
You love to see people cry,
Melting and moving from bridge to bridges,
Today we declare courage.

Like hills upfront, so difficult to climb.
Time it will take but the end must end.
China sneezes, why must I catch the cold?
Staying at home, never a weakness,
A deadly silent along the road,
The right step to put this foe on hold.

Come on brethren, let’s stand together,
Lift up our eyes to the helper and defender.
He created us all out of love.
This love we must hold with faith and hope.
In this peril of time, we have a God,
Believe me, we will come out strong.