As Something Deadly That Sneaks Silently (Hybridanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

Far too many people do now daily cry,
as something deadly sneaks silently as if from lore.
A virus with illness like flue cause too many to die

and for you and humanity my voice do constantly pray,
while new hope comes with the rising sun
but it does affect many more people day by day,

while the fate of everything does in God's hands lie
and this deadly thing is evil to its core.
Far too many people do now daily cry,

locked-down you my love, you are from me away,
and life has now a most difficult gradient,
while new hope comes with the rising sun.

You do remain most beautiful to my eye
and still all of life with you I want to explore.
A virus with illness like flue cause too many to die

and to me like an angel you do remain radiant,
where in my mind remain your voice and its sound
and life has now a most difficult gradient,

while in vain to combat the virus people try
and life has changed from what it had been before.
Far too many people do now daily cry,

while no working cure has been found
and still my heart do with you true love sing,
where in my mind remain your voice and its sound

and outside a myriad of birds do up and down fly
but the world is full of a pestilence and its gore.
A virus with illness like flue cause too many to die

and over the telephone your voice do in my ears ring,
with hope and expectation in its resonance
and still my heart do with you true love sing,

and it is as bright as the sun in the sky,
while this virus could remain ever more.
Far too many people do now daily cry.
A virus with illness like flue cause too many to die,

with amok its impact causes only dissonance
and for you and humanity my voice do constantly pray,
with hope and expectation in its resonance
but it does affect many more people day by day.
© Gert Strydom