As if the world is taking a break
From the plays that humans make
As something came without a name
Taking lives and lives to blame
Then they knew what it's called
Corona another heresy to fold
Panic struck and all rushed to store
Sanitizing what they used to ignore
Experts rushed to find a cure
To a downfall we can't endure
Everyone is tired hearing it's name
Aren't all viruses created the same!
Might be a power propaganda
Or a new political affairs agenda
Maybe God wants us to pray to stay
To know death might come anyway
Or the oppressed prayers are heard
And now the punishment is shared
So sanitize your hearts with love
And vaccinate your soul from above
Wear the gloves of peace and hope
The muzzle for hatred to stop
Quarantine yourself with care
Maybe God will notice this flare

∴ Lyna Salman