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