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Obinna Chilekezi Poem
Coronavirus
our air is fouled
so full of these deaths, and
cries of help and agony
all across the globe
there’s loud gray’s elegy, of
sun turning inducing death gray, leaving
more weeping, all weeping, for
the land is coronavirused!
and the day soured
with fleeting fire of disease, spreading
fear across the globe, many trembled
shivered and died, and our humour no more!
oh what a deadly gift
of this century
so sour and bitter, as
mankind dies by seconds
all glares
black, brown or white, as
death blooms on and on to the rooftop
and our fears sweep across the globe
this sun shines out death
and no respected of status, poor-rich alike
an unsmiling season of death we are
is it to blot out order and extinguish lights?
a state of war
mankind is in
war with an unkind disease
invading our space
but then
the hope, our hope
to stay at home
and to socially distance
our mankind
old rules to go
for us to survive this killing disease
and for nature to methodized
and social distancing to live
any hope
for mankind to survive
lots of hope, there is
earth heal thyself, we pray.
24/03/20
Copyright © Obinna Chilekezi | Year Posted 2020
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Obinna Chilekezi Poem
A caged world
a global village indeed!
as while in school, we’re
warned of dangers of going global
for a big small village, but we thought only
of the passion and money, the beauty and trade
never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!
never told to watch that one day
china would sneeze, the rest of
the globe would catch virus
and locked down for days, and deaths
would rise to the mount and graves swollen
never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!
here we are today, this virused world
revolving around in this global village
of national borders closed, states closing theirs too
even local authorities banging theirs strongly too
never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!
can this be end of our global village
as the lights in the village went off, from house to house
to your tents O’ Israel, as local authorities banged their doors
and the villages return back to their huts
or could there be another rebirth of the globe, as we know it.
never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!
Copyright © Obinna Chilekezi | Year Posted 2020
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