The Stabbing Pain Of Covid-19 Disease Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The stabbing pain of Covid-19 disease

In all of our meticulous plans
In the boardrooms of life
We never thought this day will come to pass
We never imagined a day of sorrow like this one
Not even our mathematical modelling
Could predict such pain
The stabbing pain of covid-19 disease is not just physical
It penetrates the substance of life
Reaching into the human psyche
It devours the mental capsule of consciousness
Shredding the structure of logic
We do not have the mental capacity to withstand this kind of pain
We are swamped by sorrow and we are buried in grief
Every atom of our being is encapsulated in fear
Every wave of time carries the anxiety-ridden thought
We shiver with pain as the names of the dead are read
We look at tomorrow with empty eyes
Our friends are dying
Our mothers, fathers and daughters are dead
We are holding onto the last breathe
All our lungs are squeezed of the last breath
It's only the timeless capsule of the spirit
That is capable of withstanding such brute force
It's only those who have buried themselves in the spiritual canvas
That will be spared the long-lasting effects of this menace
We have to come together in spirit
We need to find the pedestal of hope
We need to pray for healing
We need to comfort each other
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