The World Is Under Siege
The world is held hostage
Not by terror nor by gun.
But by a tiny microscopic being,
Spreading its tentacle like wild fire,
All over the surface of the globe.
The world is held hostage,
And the mighty man's heart melt like an ice,
Rummaging through his repertoire of knowledge,
Searching frantically for a potent weapon,
To contain the ravaging enemy,
Who knows no noble nor novice.
The world is held hostage,
And Africa seems to thrive on.
But for how long,
Shall we sit on this time bomb?
For how long,
Shall our tete-a-tete with COVID-19 end?
(Reflection March 2020)
Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi | Year Posted 2020
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