02/08/2020
HEAL THE WORLD
(Pandemic fight is left for God since Science tried and failed us)
We are tired of trying,
sick of crying.
Yet, pretend we're smiling,
But inside we are dying.
Heal the world
For we thought we were wise
Never knew science was a gift to man
Because we then traveled into space
And work through the beams of light
Then we lived like God
We called ourselves experts
And beyond us is here
How well is our pride?
Heal The World
The gobbles of hope are getting zapped,
The lifeless feelings are getting cracked,
The crowd, the people, the hundred voices, There is no serenity in those noises, The tiring and depicting state of mind,
Can't find a reason of joy, when I unwind, Life has turned into being, being into existence,
Can't find a respite or pretty instance!
The epitome of silence, wisdom of mask,
Deeds are on stake, unfair is the task,
Shocking reality, situations which surge, Choked up on bliss, now left with no urge, Dual existence, fakeness of role,
Tired is my mind, body and soul!
Why do I..? Why do I feel alone?
Why do I feel so thrown?
Why do I feel isolated?
Why my fate is ill-fated
Why do I don't get life's take,
Why do I feel everyone is fake?
I am really feeling so blue,
Coz no one is true!
Heal The World
O' Ancient Maker of Earth
For our physicians slumber
Our medical experts has failed
The white wolves who declared themselves strong
They silent and quiet like graveyard
We the earth, we cry out burdened
Heal The World.
®Alfred Marshal Osanma
©White Man Pen
29/07/2020
