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Marlon Mar 2020
Don’t party
Don’t marry
Don’t bury

Don’t
Don’t
Don’t

Close facilities
Close factories
Close churches

Close
Close
Close
Marlon Mar 2020
Never in my Space
You became a fish
When the river went dry
Leaving the banks fluffing
Daises bruised
As the blaze
Danced all over the gazed
However like Mount Kilimanjaro
I kept standing still

Never in my space
Ever dreamt emptiness
Always coziness of presence
Pampering was indigent to wholeness
Honey words
Kept my tongue talking sweet
Even when bitterness knocked me down
But today all is eroded
By the dryness of the river
The river that left my banks dead
And daises fluffed
Marlon Mar 2020
Who’d have ever thought...
About the world becoming so motionless
Feeble and partly cold
As it gasp through the **** of Covid-19

was the great soothsayer asleep
cruising deep in the comfort of his dream
When the pandemic ushered despairs
Were the prophetesses on honeymoon
When this ungodly invention
hit the shores of Wuhan
Impending strongly and unfurling like a wild fire across the globe?

Ever seen before
shaped like a crown with postrusions look
Zoonotic as it is
Crossing all species to dine face to face with **** sapiens in antagonistic rattle
Halting life in a very spine chilling tick
Whiles graves pulverize
Rapidly at every inattentive motions

Tick tick tick
Lock downs everywhere
Shutdowns everywhere,
Border gates and posts locked
Instantly human movements confiscated
Speedily numbers of valetudinarians revolt up and up and up against medical scientists
Who are trying painfully but in vain for vaccines
It’s a revolt against time,
trepadiation, fear and ocean of waving grieves
The world is at cessation
Motionless
Feeble and partly cold
And gasping through the gashes
As it swam between the hard hitting waves of inhibitory and safeguarding life over Covid-19

— The End —