The world is lamenting,
The word is commencing,
Global economics are down.
No one is merciful
We will win Corona
Being here in Africa , we aren’t your Craddock.
Stop wrecking Africa,
I won’t runaway from Africa.
Corona , you forced us to remain apart from love
We strain hardening the cassava
Washing hands every time.
Leave us in peace
We will turn you into a piece.
Give us peace before piecing you.
Poem by Vincent Omondi
Copyright © Vincent Omondi 2020
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