By Clever Ngwalo, Blantyre, Malawi- a poem on Covid 19
With our souls worn out
With our souls defeated
With our souls restless
With our souls helpless
One by one our loved ones
Who if we had authority
Wouldn’t have nodded
For their permanent escape
leave albeit our sadness
How long will we sob and cry
How long will You be calm
How long will You talk
How long will we hear the voice
Close to twenty-four moons
We are living with it
Comes and goes leaving a mark
Third tide we are told we are in
Pruning shedding your creation
Faces down no words to say
Come we before thy throne
Unworthy to be there
But for the shed blood
Listening God hear our prayers
Forgive our sins remove the lion
Not our will but your Will be done.