Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

Indebted Forever

We are indebted seriously 
To all free spouts covered 
Whose nozzles hardly suspire
And hanged up to rest in subsequent sighs 
But keep hoping the wait be over soon 

We are indebted seriously 
To all hands withheld from howdy to observe
Social distance relations it doesn't admire 
As we do wanting to draw the heaven nigh
But only with words, most people reach for the moon 

We are indebted forever 
To the lives lost to Corona virus 
That are most likely to have been saved 
For more grace to sail in the boat of life
But to no avail, all efforts proved abortive 

We are indebted forever 
To the streets littered with corpses 
Of the less privileged burnt as offerings 
In fear not to spread the virus 
But in surprise, the rich were given befitting burials

We are indebted forever 
To the health personnel 
Who lost their lives 
Trying to save others' lives in duty 
But beyond aid, they crossed the bar 

We are indebted forever 
To the press reporters 
Spreading information and saving lives 
Reaching out to audiences in risk 
But for honor, they were not awarded 

We are indebted forever 
To those who lost their jobs to pandemic 
And couldn't find another means of survival 
Than to watch their lives in the hand of hunger
But for hope, it was just hoping for the uncertain 

We are indebted forever 
To those that died of hunger 
Whose death was recorded as corona death 
So as to make numbers and headlines 
But while starving, nothing much came through... 

We are indebted forever 
To the stage of earth 
And nature's reaction 
Beyond science research 
That no vaccine ideally set us free 

We are indebted forever 
To the kind hearted men
Who did give away in abundance 
Than the societies less expected
In secret that sorrows flee many houses 

Happy survival! 
To all who God's grace kept
From the touch of Corona 
And still breathe
Without trouble in healthy system 

We can not do this forever 
Crying for love, for hatred, for death 
And forget the sick Rose and the healthy night 
For peace ahead of us in regret 
Wandering lonely as a thick cloud 
In the eyes of time traveling through the clock 
Where end is not ascertained like the blast of waterfall
When... when shall we gladly go
For cheers, for gaze and for praise 
That are ceased up in Corona's craziness?

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