Corona Virus

We wont even compare you with a ghost. Even everyone wont able to touch a ghost, But you are more than the ghost. Because everyone knows haunt of ghost. You corona virus, you are really overrule. Who can stand on your way? Who can say word to you? No one, No one, No one. As no one knows your weakness, You are really enjoying blood. You are gnawing by your way. At least you can tell us where you were hidden yourself. Or tell us when you will be free us. Even every eyes are gaze at you, You do not care. Even every tears are falling, You do not care. Even every mouth are asking apology, You do not hear and you are keeping extending dead body yard. Since you started eat, you never get full. Is true your intestine is too larger. At least we knows your name. We hope that tomorrow we will know where you come frome. And your weakness as well. So that we will able to stand on your way. Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric