Doomsday Under Covid-19 Poem by Hebert Logerie

Doomsday Under Covid-19



This is doomsday
There is no Monday
There is no Tuesday
There is no Wednesday
There is no Thursday
There is no Friday
There is no Saturday
There is no Sunday
There is no Palm Sunday
There is no Easter Sunday
There is no birthday
But too many funerals
Too many people are dying
Too many people crying
Too many burials
Doomsday under Covid-19
Under quarantine
Under confinement
This is my final statement
The enemy is invisible
Deadly and invincible
Boredom is killing many of us
We need to eradicate this virus
All the days look the same
We got to find somebody to blame
Somebody is responsible
This enemy is visible
All days feel the same
We got to find a country to blame
There is no Monday
There is no Tuesday …

Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Saturday, April 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death,deaths,disease,virus
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