The broken heart still drains
Of burning world in wretchedness
The faith i have lost in her,
The red water we drink and drink
Melancholy is the pipe dream
That still carry on being
I wash my hands hither and thither
Prevention is better than cure
Sanitiser is my potential saviour
Laboratory men have nothing to prescribe
The edge of the world is here alarming
Despite the mask of happiness
World is in dark distress
No, We wouldn’t die tonight
But one day we just might
I have a yen for the world a better place,
But poverty is a virus on its own.
The prerequisite to deadly virus.
The land is colossal, empty and drained.
Now I must confess
My pen has tested positive for coronavirus.