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Apr 2020
Glory to the most high!
For our mist is gone!
Once, we had fogged up sky!
But now a crystal tone!

Many thanks to lockdown,
Who knew... who knew...,
Took a ride downtown,
'Twas as good as new;

The earth breathes again,
Celestial messages coming through,
Unhindered by polluted refrain,
Everywhere the skies are blue, true;

Sadly, man won't continue this way,
For as soon as this enemy is defeated,
Renewed rat race takes over the day,
And the dark night continues unlimited.
Industrial nations marvel at post lockdown images, after COVID-19 forced many exhaust to go quiet.
In decades, people haven't seen the true colour of their firmament, always covered in dense fog; testament to their unrelenting and powerful industry.

It's a miraculous marvel they'll enjoy albeit for a short while, as the race is on to eliminate COVID19 from the face of the earth.

The year twenty-twenty is indeed a year of interesting occurrences.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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