Death Row
I woke up alone
By my side my phone
In the wee hours of dawn
With nowhere to journey
The jostles, the hustles gone
All I am doing is imagine
My small empty town
All waiting for the rain
To live normalcy again
This abnormal-normal is a drain
Draining my little brain
Driving my mind insane
Now my life is a jumbled plan
I was to be in Taiwan
After a year in Japan
Mybe later in Spain
What now with this chain
This Covid pain
Derailing the living's train
Higgledy piggledy my life
Trapped in my little room be safe
Simple has become my night life
No more booze no more cafe
Just my comforter, my pillow and my coffee
Propelling me through this bondage's rough
Home bound indoors life tough
Every minute advising myself
That I have ate enough
And no more scuf
Every cough a dry cough
I never imagined that it might be
That it can turn up to be
A painful sting of africanised bee
Entangling humanity like a Spider web
Stacking us with no else to be
It keeps coming to me
Thoughts about those I hold dare to me..
What if they die
What If he die
What if she die
What!!
What if I die
Okay what if you die
You see
This this nightmare
Unknown so rare
But how many more
Are we all at the verge of a death row
Copyright © Julius Machiri | Year Posted 2020
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