THE STATE OF THE WORLD

The world is having a convulsion
Every Tim, Dick, and Harry in confusion
Lockdown and stay safe two new keywords
Hunger and loneliness have turned lords

No more Saturday picnic

Else you end up in the clinic

No more discos in the outer restaurants

Else you become a tenant in an isolation center

No more children playing raising sands

All physical gatherings are forbidden

Church, schools meetings now done online,

Students and lecturers; all in safe islands

COVID-19's dealing with both big and low

Regardless of where you are; high or low

Oh Lord come to our aid

And please safe from this situation

Loneliness has taught us a lesson;

That we all but social animals

Now we value our gatherings

Beyond this present moment is implications

Of lockdown

I pray at the end of it all

We will be able to gather again

In a board room, class or a big hall

To have business meetings, learn, and or listen to the word.

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