Covid 19 Pandemic
In some versions they are masked with glory
In other versions their task is yet
But still, they leave, some with coats of honour
Some with crowns of ashes
Questions unanswered and stories untold
The sting of their absence licking on the presence of their past
The abysmal depth of their silence ostracizing emotions of those left behind from basic reality
Demons smiling, angels on duty
Heavens shaking, earth succumbing
The stage is a metaphor,
Crowded with symbols
Left by those who will never speak
Still they keep leaving, in the most abrupt demeanour
Some with a forewarned salute, some with mystery
Either way, the pain is excrutiating
Trumpets are blowing
There is commotion in the earthly courts
Waters are meandering with destinies and changing courses
Tears are waterfalls.
Sobs and confusions interlock in the weaving of sanity
No one here is exceptional.
This one is no man's game,
This wave moves like rooks with lurking eyes and a ghostly hunger.
No time to say goodbye
The world is weeping
Heavens please,
Forgive us
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