How are you my friend,
Everything is not hunky-dory,
In this corona epoch daily.

Trusting is degraded its value,
After serpent deceived Eve
To outlaw on God with that Figtree.

Who will you trust dear friend,
Love has been lost its place,
In the heart of humanity in advance.

Demise is prowled behind us,
To take our goodness and peace,
Then to send us hell far distance.

Who will you trust you dear friend,
There are many thieves to steal innocent cry,
To say you believe me its horary modally.

I know the right place where it Is found,
It is in the haven peaceful personality,
To tell everything to our Lord, to Almighty.


April 3, 2020
Alemseged Sisay W.