One virus is the root cause yet millions are dying like fallen leaves.
A pandemic with two sides; a killing substance and economic war.
Death, hunger, and poverty. Three aftermaths from this.
Asia, America, Africa, and Europe, four continents are baring a scar.
Five is the death of brave health workers battling yet losing.
Six is the death of the elderly with illness triggered by the virus.
Seven days a week, praying for a hopeful light but odds are darkening.
Eight is like an infinite sign when written vertically; suffering never-ending doubts.
Nine is when clouds are like cloud nine; anything might happen.
Ten is the low salary of our family, working yet not receiving enough compensation.
Eleven, are the taxes from our wallets at this crisis but nowhere to be found at the government. (Maybe at their pockets.)
Twelve is the starving children,
hungry, biting their nails in damnation.
Thirteen is unlucky they say but we can't find any luck any
moment.
Fourteen are loud cries of our country but officials are playing Spotify on earphones not listening.
Fifteen are the anxious mental health going insane from bewilderment.
Sixteen should be sweet but everybody is bitter isolating.
Seventeen are the falling economy, going down like dominos.
Eighteen-year-olds are more aware of the situation more than the stakeholders of our nation.
Covid-19 is a death lurking on our shadows for all these reasons.
Will you survive and find your own salvation?
(Crdts to owner 😍)
