The wicked winds waft westwards
Granting a deluge of ill droplets
Infected with myriad tiny monsters
Which stop a planet in its tracks
Graduating the learned into fools
Baffling miracle worker, preachers
Witchdoctors and seers rendered
Useless with tails tucked ‘tween legs
Revisiting the oracle drawing boards
Noisy politicians totally muted – no longer
Sing and dance to the rhythm of sham
Isolated and quarantined with hustlers
Forced to shut up their stinking orifice
And now we resemble disguised thugs
Covering faces to confuse tiny Covid
Evading its wrath with pieces of cloth
The mighty corona altering the world
Lovers are now scared of affection
Won’t touch and feel a loving hand
Scared to give a peck on the cheek
Or slurp the luscious lips of side pals
Only Namaste hail of clasped hands
And kisses blown in suspect sickly sky
No longer sure of our clean hands
They must be clean and clean and clean
Just in case they’d greeted the ogre
And brought the tiny creature home
What sins have we committed?
Why are the gods so angry with us?
Why place the earth on a lockdown?
Totally driven back to factory setting
Were you oh microscopic creatures
Unleashed to punish wayward earthlings
For the defilement of mother earth
Behaving as if it’s ours to rape and kill
Look – since we were house arrested
The earth has gotten a breathing space
The trees are growing beautifully
The ozone wounds heal gracefully
Happy dolphins jump playfully
Replacing canoes in canals of Rome
And as technology is overwhelmed
Unable to reconnect the matrix
The small voice sends us to our knees
Since even science needs God
©Patrick Ngugi 010420
