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Rascals of pandemic

Nostrils runs, heartbeats rise
As the liquid in the eyes
Build and ready to pour
While waiting for a cure…

When squirrels have no nuts
They always believe not;
When a deer tells the lore
While waiting for a cure…

Some lament, some riot
Shooting autopilots
Thousands crash on the floor
While waiting for a cure…

Things will never be same
When both eyes have seen pain
That gains can’t procure
While waiting for a cure.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

5 Comments

  1. scary truth of the world at the moment. lovely writing ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

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