Poem:Covid 19


Our fingers are all crossed

​​​​​As we all hope for a cure

A cure to end the pandemic of Covid 19

Which has killed a many like Ebola did in 15

Friends have journeyed to the land of the dead

Enemies have journeyed as well

We are now united by sympathies but still divided by entities

Our compassions cannot travel beyond the walls of our rooms 

We are now left to succumb to the limitations set by W.H.O

​​​​​​As that is better me and you 

 Our fingers are still crossed

As we hope for a cure 

A cure to make things  get back to how it used to be like before.

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