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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Because the mind still stays The memory of the holocaust, And the face reflects the twinge that still lurks In the hollow of our frail hearts; My mournful pen shall bleed In a forever flow of pensive mood. We are survivors Who suffered the flame of covid. We are survivors Who sampled the taste of death. We who saw the gate of hell and live To tell the tale that hell is cosy, Compared to the wicked world; We are now casualties of war. Hell is a cooling place The earth is not. And no one devil inhabits a calming hell. They all abide with us here in the flaming hell; For the earth is hell, The hell is earth. The earth is hell where the devil-incarnates dwell. The hell is place where the hostile hunger Shoots fiery darts at poor souls. The covid slaughtered its thousand, We heard it. Hunger slaughtered its ten thousands, We saw it. The devil is innocent, Man is not. Many visited the heaven but never return; It is safe to die. Many visited the street but never return; They were shot in the head. But thousands remained indoor, There they welcomed their death and followed him. The death loved them more than their rich neighbours. Tell me, why my sorrowing pen won’t bleed When death is kind and man is cruel? Tell me, why my sorrowing pen won’t bleed, When the devils hoarded palliatives; And poor souls suffer? Those invented pandemic did no harm; Those feign pandemic to peculate did. Those declared lockdown meant well; To feed man with the wind, And slaughter souls in hunger. Lekki toll-gate episode is enough To succor our grieving souls. Now to those buried their dead In the heart of their memories For the lack of further space in the burial sites; In the sundry lands and climes Where pandemic havocked like hell; To you whose mirth has been ceased By the cacophony of the holocaust; To you whose land the inferno lingers still; May you be brave to fight to victory. May new dawn cure your night of mourning. May you forget the season of cold; By the warmful rays of sunshine. May your heart be filled With overwhelming songs of joy. For until this war is over; And the mind lets go Of the memory of the holocaust, And the face reflects the ebullient heart of the optimist; My mournful pen shall continue to bleed, In a forever flow of pensive mood.
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