Covid-19 Poem by Martin Greyford

The night is come
When all people will not work
Nor do anything in there daily lives
Or visit any place that excites them.

The malls are closed.
The bars, restaurant and offices
Including churches are all closed now.
Just being indoors like a guinea pig

Locked in its cage at home.
Lazing around all day
Tired of watching TV.
Trying to do the impossibles

But these men and women in uniform
Restrict us again
Telling us to be quiet in all the vices
We are seeing and hearing.

When will this dark cloud
Pass over us and make us to be free again?
To be able to do our chores
That we are used to.

We are all covered in this
Cold covid-19 blanket
That can't keep us warm
Unless to the lazy bums out there.

We are still waiting
For this cold night to pass
So at least we can give our neighbours
A hand shake and a warm hug.

Covid-19
A deadliest disease ever
That has made us to be enemies
Even to our own wives, hubby's,

Girl/boy friends, children etc.
The day it will pass
Will be our passover.
The day of celebration.