To whom my words will concern,
This is now history to thy ears!
20 years after 20 centuries,
The year 2020.
It appeared the invisible enemy,

In our ears it sounded impossible,
At times we quarrel endlessly,
Some in defense of its existence,
And the odds in supporting.
Days folded symmetrically.
Yet our eyes covered by the blanket,
The very dark one of confusion.

A week and days passed,
But like in a blink.
Stories of massacre spread all over,
Horrendous tales of thousands,
Victims departing from the world of living.

Negligence And carelessness,
Blind folded the eyes of many.
As they kept their old ways,
Those of wandering And exploring.
The predator hide deep in their souls.
As they travel around the globe.
Hospitality and wellbeing,
They were welcomed wherever they go.

Unknowingly, with kisses of happiness,
And hugs of friendships,
Handshakes of humanity.
The invisible demon kept on spreading all over.
With heart filled with Joy,
Human kind were exposed unknowingly.

The whole world were exposed,
Captured under the darkness.
Unbroken chains held everyone prisoners.
From the royal clan,
To the lowest,
From the wise,
Down to the foolish.
We were all paralyzed.

The educated fought a bitter war,
Days of no rest,
And nights without slumber.
They tried to eradicate the enemy.
But all to no avail,
As the universe crashed down.
They decided to call it the Great invisible,
The Covid-19,

For the first time in my eyes,
Beholding the Wiseman bowing their heads down.
The Great presidents,
The members of the cabinets.
The church leaders,
The richest and poorest.
The head of our communities And,
The people at large.

We all surrendered,
All our positive Hopes wiped away.
There were no more happiness,
No public gathering,
No hugging and kissing.
We called it social distancing,
For we never knew who were possessed by the demonic enemy,
We called it Corona virus.

There were no more friendship,
Neither brotherhood,
Nor sisterhood.
Humanity lost its value.
Everyone behind the locked doors.
That seemed to be the only solution,
Yet tears of hunger and poverty flooding the streets,

As I am writing this,
It emerges the word quarantine.
A perfect substitute for imprisonment.
I only got little courage,
The little ego about the future,
And to you that is the present.
Am locked in my own chosen cell,

My only hope is nothing more,
But only a drop.
If possible by the last chance,
Let the new world,
The one that is to come,
Remember my words,
And honour our existence.
In the present that is now history.