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.