It seems that soon there will be no use of laws
For the streets are gradually growing claws
Not just the walking dead but human flaws
So we stay lockdown waiting for the rain to pour.
Many homes have leaking roofs and broken doors
Well, let’s not go to the sad welfare of the poor…
We will never forget in a hurry, a red world
And the year the air we breath become a rod
Striking not only those who went on tour
But unleashing the wrath of hell on every and all
Legends might call it, ‘humanity downfall”
Millions of people die in this invisible brutal war
And every day, we stare at the Heavens asking God
To forgive us; and to just, heal the world.
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