The
echo of Bees is heard to the flower
Flower
of us the human race
The
rolling stone is touching us
Screening
our Salomon heads
Technology
and science brand us
We the flower
crown as the star in this world
We run on
the race
The track
on the flower of human, human, human
You
other creations are nothing
Our
race is vital in this world
As
the pianist plays a melody
We
are the Amazon, not you other creatures
Oh Covid-19 a small rolling stones
You choke us Screenshot our fragility
The nothingness of us
Pluck down to the panic we are
You,
you small tiny Covid-19 watch us
We
all are in our nest of still
But
then again ‘do you think we are panic?’
We
are frightened because of you?
You might proud at this time
We are in the honey of our flower
But consider that we want to make fun of you
We are in our nest of production
That
you are searching of us
We
are looking at you
Some
new green leaves are coming
The
time of Sunshine is closer
You covid-19 we offer our shining and aromatic
gratitude
You bring the new branch for us
Branch of Solidarity to the entire of our race
That the blossom flower of us need to be cared
Covid-19
we offer you our hands full of beautiful seen
You
monitor us, light out of our fragility
We
after you will not let dry the blossom of us
It
is only a new page for us for holding hands
Though you have dried some blossom of the flowers
You are not the last
You have brought them written to the final of theirs
and our strong faith
The Hope of Being with Our Divine, the Almighty
Lord.
Stu. Domii Lanang, CMF
‘In the
Corner of 69’
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