Forlorn Voices

He came in without prior notice

Colonised us without mercy

And enclosed the city with his army

We were all good,

till the plague descended,

All that's left are a few scrabs of hope.

 _Farwuhan_ it crept in,

Faraway it has brought us,

On our knees as we look out for the droplet of hope.

We've been bequeathed this plight,

to bewray and fettle our blight,

Only, we won't succeed without a fight.

Life feels like an unending nightmare.

As the days pass our strength gets thinner.

What choice do we have, than hold on to hope.

Crowned monster that un-crowns the crowned,

Complexed headed with power to lock high and low.

To sanity you call the world, though insane human go.

Looking back to days we all shouted

freedom from the world's oppression 

Today we shouting freedom 

To be free from a tyrant virus

Who will save us from this torrent storm?

Who will sheath us from this current coath?

For we need to break loose from the Pandemic's shackle.

©Black Verses '20.

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