By troynamps | Troy Poetry | 23 Mar 2020

Everyone is talking
Asking questions,
They all need to know,
Could this be the end?

It seems as if,
The script of life is rounding off
To the nearest exit,
Is the end coming at the beginning
Of a new decade?

Is it quarter to
The earth is sneezing
Too much all of a sudden

Finally there's peace
In this crazy world,
Only the colour of peace
Has got us worried-
Empty streets,
Even clubs on mute.
This is not peace
We are enveloped in fear,
Fear of the known
Yet we can't contain it

Insult upon injury,
We've lost a lot of lives
Next move is national lockdown,
Progress halted until further notice
This is tragedy


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