#covid19
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
As our hearts are steady racing,
as our minds are steady pacing,
as a disease that is so deadly,
that we avoid to try facing,
even with wearing a mask,
protection is what we ask,
this virus can wipe out many,
the vaccines only help, if any,
they will only last for a while,
just as long as the trial,
then it starts all over again,
keep fighting and don't give in,
COVID-19 can bring you damage,
vaccinate, be cautious and manage.
B.R.
Date: 5/13/2026
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
Eleven years, the world began to close,
A sterile screen replaced the schoolhouse door.
My middle years were withered by the pause,
Until fifteen, I knew the world no more.
Four empty springs, the silent house my cell,
A blurred procession of unending days,
My youth surrendered to the passing bell;
I learned strange, unnerving, lonely ways.
I had already known the subtle ache,
The quiet weight of sorrow on my soul,
But isolation made the spirit break,
And darkness swallowed up the fragile whole.
The distance grew, the faces turned to glare
As flickering rectangles upon the wall,
And loneliness was woven in the air;
I felt myself begin the slow, hard fall.
The constant hum, the terrifying dread,
This endless solitude began to sting.
I wished for quiet where the voices fled,
I sought a sudden ending to the thing.
My ragged skin became the fearful map,
A desperate search for feeling still retained,
The sudden sting, the cutting, painful snap,
A secret history that’s now ingrained.
I skipped the careless joy that should be mine,
I wore the heavy burden of the old.
The teenage years were traded for the pine
Of forced maturity, sharp and cold.
My mind began to calculate the cost
Of every day the world remained away,
The little boy I was has been embossed
By trauma that will never go away.
Where is the child I used to wake up as?
That simple boy who trusted in the light?
He’s not here now. I only see the glass
Reflecting back a stranger in the night.
He’s bound in chains, pushed down the crushing pit,
The isolation caged him, fiercely held.
That version of myself I can’t acquit—
He’s deep within the hell that has compelled
This sudden, terrible, adult despair.
He's gone. I cannot find him anywhere.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
"गो कोरोना" म्हणत म्हणत,
आले रस्त्यावर आठवले
शाळांना सुट्ट्या दिल्यानंतर,
सगळ्यांनी गाव गाठले
सरकारने केलं आव्हान सर्वांना —
"घराबाहेर पडू नका!"
बाहेर पडायचंच असेल तुम्हाला,
चेहरा तुमचा मास्कने झाका
मुंबईत झाली जमावबंदी,
झाले सगळे सोहळे रद्द
गर्दीत प्रवास करायला लोकांना,
लावण्यात आले निर्बंध
झाली बंद थिएटर, जिम,
लोकं राहायला लागली घरात
कोरोनाला रोखण्यासाठी मात्र,
तयारी चाललीये जोरात
कोरोनाने पाडलं स्टॉक मार्केट,
सोन्याचे भाव पण पडले
लोकांच्या भीतीमुळे मात्र,
मास्कचे भाव वाढले
कोणाचे गेले आईवडील,
कोणी पाहिलं मुलाला मरताना
कोरोनाच्या विळख्यातून वाचव —
हीच देवाचरणी प्रार्थना
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
Empty waiting rooms
in the hospital, no one --
will become ill here.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
One man’s outbreak
Another man’s breakthrough
It struck us all
In different ways
It struck us all
We lost many
Despite our best efforts
Still mourning
We are all
Still mourning
We tried to connect
Through screens and masks
Locked inside
While we were
Locked inside
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
ALL THE CHAOS SEEMS NORMAL NOW,
EITHER WAY I'LL BE IN MY ROOM.
NONE OF MY TEXT MESSAGES SEND
AND I'M TOO AFRAID TO CALL.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
In this hollow white space
Its been two five seven days.
The sky dusks again.
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 2:53 PM UTC
Love, my safety
Faith, my wings
A quest for light through this
sunless journey
With a remarkable strength
From hell came out an angel
Back to an enchanting flight
Ready to glide in this garden
of life
Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 8:34 AM UTC
Here I lie, no respiratory mask
There is a little wind
I get too little air
to talk, no energy
My body is busy
eliminating the virus
I have no strength for anything
don't even fancy nuts or chocolates
just sleep, I would like to sleep
And wake up well rested
In bed next to you. I go too far
I'll only go to sleep after you have left
There are few colours, high veils
no thunderstorm in the air, no birds
From above I see us lying
Our breath is exactly the same
Five meters apart, we are
not really trespassing
I haven't caught your little bird yet
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
.
A bloodthirsty old woman you see,
a cockroach from Satan’s
“Crisis Committee”,
For long she pillaged,
children she snatched and slayed
their blood she drank and ate,
to rejuvenate.
She flayed their skin,
affixed in place on her own face,
Corona was her name,
The old hag was insane.
When her evil deeds were told,
the airplanes soared,
in aim to **** us all.
On Earth they made the poisons fall.
They had us all locked down,
with muzzles restrained,
padlocks and chains,
ankle bracelets for home detention,
false tests on prescription,
deceived and plundered,
blamed for infection,
medications proscribed,
fresh air they denied,
On our freedom they put boundaries,
halfwits, scoundrels.
And when they “eased up” on their “measures”,
the camps were full over the rim,
large - scale butchering,
looted livers and kidneys,
burning the living victims,
“to prevent the spread of infection”
evidence concealed for our own protection.
She had working hours,
sleeping before noon,
was contagious only in the afternoon.
Half the world she vaccinated,
with poisons injected,
what is going on,
you are going to see,
billions of dead bodies are yet to be!
Forget we must not,
Lest not forgive,
Let’s arrest and sentence them to death,
they should not be left to live!
.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
Copyright © by Saša Milivojev, 2020 - 2022 - All Rights Reserved
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 6:40 PM UTC
people wait in line
to receive injections:
lumps of curdled cream
floating in the coffee,
expired prematurely
4.16.2022
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 8:01 PM UTC
I should've written Thanks across a blue sky,
Where the winds would carry my message
Around the world.
But I didn't even try.
I should've banged my pots and pans,
Put a sign out on my lawn,
Or at least on a forward facing window.
But I didn't, and I'm wrong.
I could've, with minimal exertion,
Clicked Like or Love
On one of the millions of gratitude posts
Praising them... Them,
The essential and not so essential workers
On our northern, southern, eastern and western Fronts.
But I didn't, and it haunts.
So,
I will now say,
Thank You
To all those who expressed Thank You
To all those who have kept us healthy, safe and secure:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 10:01 AM UTC
To know or not to know that is the question. I mean; I already know, I took it once. Yet that once was back before the continuous onset of diarrhea (which could have been caused by the accidental switch up of my stir fry or the unending pastries I filled myself with), before the sniffles and the sneezes (caused by the cold wearing a too thin jacket to the gym), before the exhaustion (wack sleep schedule). I knew before all of that. And even then, that know was a rapid test (but still a test) which could’ve been wrong. So, should I? Should I take it again? Or should I go about my day, and attend dance practice with none the wiser?
…still there? Hey, where’s she gone?
Oh, she’s at dance practice.
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 10:48 AM UTC
The nights are silent,
the ferries out of service --
everyone in bed.
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 4:07 AM UTC
Atop the ladder twenty-twenty,
I was enjoying the view.
Care Home visits a plenty,
Faces old and new.
Singing songs to raise a smile,
And vacant minds re-awoken,
Music to boost morale,
Mending souls once broken.
Frail voices murmured approval,
For favourite singers of their day.
“That was lovely! - Just wonderful!
Have a tea! - Please stay!”
Then, we talked all afternoon,
For little did we know,
What was around the corner,
The invisible foe.
And just like that, we were separated.
Back down the ladder I’d go.
Down there at the bottom,
The flowers would not grow.
The rays that kissed my cheek,
Were hidden from my gaze,
A tortured isolation,
As we entered a new phase.
Yet in your darkest hour,
I wished to shine a light,
So I worked to find new ways,
Tirelessly through the night.
Springtime and summer,
Brought with it a new hope:
Outdoor shows, joy and laughter,
(Needed to help us cope.)
My feet were on the ladder,
And life was on the up,
But slipping on the rain,
I fell back in the muck.
Atop the ladder twenty-twenty,
Now that seems long ago,
Through all the loss and tears,
I did the only thing I know.
Which was to carry on,
With a stiff upper lip.
I’d see you all again,
Once I regained my grip.
Twenty-twenty one flew by,
Just like the year before.
With notes of heartfelt lyrics,
Hidden in my drawer.
What awaits atop the ladder
For twenty-two, who knows?
But I’ll never forget,
When I helped them through their woes.
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 10:58 AM UTC
By this time 2019 the onslaught had begun..
devastating attack on mankind not carried out by guns..
just a virus, tiny yet deadly ravaging the world..
not an equal monster in decades, Covid-19 it was called.
mysteriously crept into our world, inexplicable origin..
lurking around rails, trails and air just to gain entry..
wrecking down all systems immune, nervous and circulatory..
sniffles life out of victims at the early stages, men was scary.
left us so terrified in our towns and in our cities..
grounded and brought to a halt economic activities..
built up a partition of no solid material..
amongst us all, rich, poor and even the influential.
Once crowded streets in its wake were lonely and desserted..
nice playground activities and symposiums neglected..
for the dread of the global monsterous virus..
oh! no! never again we hope we beat the virus.
It took from us loved ones both promising and elderly..
frightening mode of operation, collapsing the lungs steadily..
trailing wails world all over from the healthcare facilities..
universal pandemonium, we were overwhelmed seemingly.
Emotionally traumatising was the unpleasant experience..
of watching its victims gasping in the midst of abundance..
I cried like many many others seeing a menace to existence..
and all we did was pray for return of peaceful ambience.
till date still place a limit on human interactions..
medical practitioners working their ***** off..
to get a cure for it although now there's vaccination..
was an era in human history, covid-19 what a distraction!
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 10:39 AM UTC
At times a boat, car,
or delivery, the town --
has been ruralised.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
The businesses closed,
quiet in the streets, and yet --
crowded in the parks.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 4:15 AM UTC
Happy New Year to all,
Gluten free, sugar free
perhaps preservatives free goods
We like to be thick in stocks.
O God let it be all in all
a Covid free 2022 store.
Happy New Year to all.
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 10:49 AM UTC
Here is the hotspot:
a meander of people --
queueing for a shot.
-------------------------------------------
The Welcome signposts
lead me deep into the maze --
At Shot I am out.
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 4:24 AM UTC
Sun Tzu realized that razing an enemy to the ground can lead to long-term negative results for Empire, especially depending on that which fills the vacuum left behind. That can be observed in contemporary times with ISIS having filled the vacuum left behind in Iraq and Syria.
When showing too much presence in outlying territory that had been left alone as a neutral buffer between two opposing Dynasties, that can prompt the other to become nervous enough to attempt to mitigate an issue that it regards as a possible growing threat.
Also, regardless of location, imposing too much open hostility upon an enemy can eventually lead to the enemy becoming emboldened enough to rebel against the openly oppressive Empire. When imposing overt tyranny upon an outlying territory in what might appear as an immediately successful operation, that can lead to using too many resources to maintain that position in that way. The potential of troops can be lost when stationed as a permanent standing army in an area located far away from applicable future need; that holds true regardless of available technological advancements in transportation—from defended shipping canals and heavy calvary, to cargo planes and aircraft carriers.
Those are a few examples of possible problematic logistics when attempting to assimilate an enemy.
Within his diabolical brilliance, Sun Tzu expanded one of the main prongs in the “Three Pronged Approach”, injected the heavy metals of dark arts psychology into something that already had a foundation of psychology: Enforce will upon the enemy without the enemy realizing it, to the point that the enemy will help you to accomplish goals against itself, relishing in the effort with a sense of duty. Subsequent experimentation led to permanently changing the face of warfare overall. Ever since, successful (subjective, depends on perspective) Empire, empires, nations, governments, and corporations use the tactic.
The Trident-Tongue of Perpetual Psychological Cultural Warfare:
The Target: Village surrounded with forest: society: a clearing in the woods:
Infiltrate the village as a messenger who bears warning of a powerful, dangerous enemy making its way towards the outlying territory where the target village is located. Sow fear. When enough villagers are afraid, offer protection against the “common enemy”. That protection is 1/10 of the resources necessary for an open, direct enforcement of will. Explain that the cure, the guardians, require lodging, food, and other basic needs as small payment for services rendered. Use mindgames on reluctant villagers.
When the village agrees, and your presence becomes common place—"normalized”—begin to plant ideas in the villagers, and that includes sowing doubt on your presence. The villagers begin to divide themselves into opposing groups against each other. One group believes that there isn't an approaching enemy, another group calls that group selfish, as going against the betterment of the whole. Another group suddenly believes that it isn't good to eat something that their ancestors had eaten for centuries. In the ensuing chaos, poison some of the village children. There are many fairy tales that include broken families, lost children, and attempts made to poison and eat children. Poisoning/destroying eggs in nests is a way to cull goose populations.
Once the enemy villagers are too broken to properly run the village, announce that the invading force has been spotted in a nearby valley, and that the villagers need to hide in the forest surrounding the village. There are bamboo enclosures waiting in the forest. Explain that the enclosures will offer defense to the villagers. After the villagers enter the enclosures, lock the villagers in the enclosures, and begin to ridicule the villagers for having fallen for the trap. Mock the villagers, spit on the villagers, laugh at the villagers. Remove pre-selected villagers from the bamboo enclosures, **** and ****** the targets in front of their caged families and friends. Have another group that consists of individuals sporting insignia, weapons, and armour that differ from the first group, pretend to scare off the first group. Release the villagers from their enclosures. Explain to the villagers that their former captors lied over there being an encroaching invading force in order to trick the villagers into the enclosures, and that you are willing to protect them against their former captors. Overjoyed, without being prompted to do so, the villagers offer much more payment than before for services rendered, so much so, that you 'sell' their own products back to them.
The villagers believe that their gods sent Sun Tzu's death knights in shining armour to them in an act of divine deliverance.
The villagers mindlessly follow and parrot every command and slogan issued forth from their supposed protectors.
The villagers don't remember village life prior to having been enslaved by their divine shepherds. The stages of demoralization, dehumanization, destabilization, crisis, crisis mitigation, and normalization have been completed. The villagers have burned the bowls in their skulls, are empty jugheads to fill with idea-petals of poverty, subservience, sickness, and death.
1/10 the amount of usual resources were used to secure the area in a sustainable manner. There weren't valuable troops lost in battle. Weapons and armour didn't need to be mended and retooled. Empire doesn't need to worry over revolt from the villagers, and the village works for Empire. When there is need to retool or replace weapons and armour, the village blacksmith does so in the belief that he is helping to protect the village against a common enemy.
The enemy villagers are injected with a new passion for a while, but break again under the strain of hyper-conflict that perpetual psychological cultural warfare causes in an infected individual. Use the good cop/bad cop psychology (the template and blueprint for contemporary politics and political systems) in various ways until Empire inevitably begins to devour itself. When Empire devours itself, the outlying provinces are the first to go as Empire implodes to protect its core. At that point, Big Brother had been selling the village's goods to caravans to spread the goods throughout neighbouring provinces. The wealthier that Empire becomes, the more that the consistently poorer target villagers offer to Empire: A tell-tale sign of an incoming Great Reset uncoiling from off the horizon, slithering down into valley basins filled with current moments.
Gaslight the villagers, blame and shame them for everything, squeeze them to their last guilt-drop before setting the villagers ablaze.
_
One of the Great Deceptions within the Grand Illusion is the delusion that there is constant need of the worker. A worker is useful in various ways in different seasons of bloom and wither. Within universal change, there are constants: The peasant doesn't bow to the King without bowing to the Queen before being ground into grain for winter stores, just as the worker honeybee drones are cast from the hive during winter—relish their death with a sense of duty fulfilled on the frost as snowflakes kiss their wings.
The broken villagers are useless to Empire, husks of their former selves. In the scenario of a neighbouring Dynasty approaching to feed in death knell, lock the villagers in their homes, and set them ablaze as decoy-beacons in the valley for the encroaching Dynasty.
The burning village is located in a bowl of ash surrounded in a steep, jagged-toothed mountain range. As the enemy Dynasty descends into the valley, you head westerly towards the third largest bastion in Empire's outer rings of defense.
_
Sun Tzu didn't come up with the concept on his own:
He retooled a trident that he found leaning against a scorched bamboo enclosure located in a long-forgotten forest.
11 12 2021
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
Fingers tapping, one, two, three,
A slow rhythm drums in my chest.
The words on my screen blur and fade before me.
The world slows as we are put to the test.
The streets, barren and eerily silent,
Darkened windows, chairs on tables.
Places once filled with noise now absent.
Are we now living in one of God's fables?
Perhaps, then, we must stop and listen,
Listen to the lessons He is teaching us all.
These drastic measures, so brazen,
Yet we are close to the edge, were we to fall?
See kindness and beauty,
See all that is good,
As Mother Nature breathes freely,
Tired from all She withstood.
Laughter and bored games,
Brought together by distance,
Whilst the air, the water, She reclaims,
No more waiting, no more patience.
Yes, waters clear as emissions drop;
A truly beautiful consequence.
But we must not forget - take the time to stop,
Extend our minds to at whose expense.
Unemployment creeps ever higher,
Many lives are lost.
For those a dark and terrible chapter,
Enduring such a saddening cost.
The good that lies within,
The beauty of humankind,
Rainbows, clapping, togetherness underpin,
Our world, our people, our priorities realigned.
So listen we must,
To our animals, our rivers, our Earth.
Look to your nearest and dearest,
Use this time to recognise their full worth.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
I wish I had a big ol' chunk of Covid. So creamy and buttery. I know that only my mind can unlock the gate to let covid through, and lock my cells in a cell. Have you ever been vaccinated? Have you ever been vaccinated while eating a big ol' chunk of covid? HEAVEN
It truly is heaven knowing that the vaccination can't hurt me. It's 2nd heaven to know that Covid can't hurt me either. How in the HELL do i get to 7th heaven?
I swear i would eat a chunk. I bet the AMA would charge an arm and a leg for that goodness! Or will they say there's a shortage? **** AMA
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC