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Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!
the media says stay alert, don’t panic
but Wuhan is in heartbreak
across the ocean in tremble of the outbreak
panic beats in the travellers heart
the earth has swallowed a lot, for how long?
Am going through the analytic
the report says it is spreading
my body shakes like a leaf
in fright of Tom Frieden words “Pandemic”
don’t blame nothing of me
my world imports everything except pure water
How many will be lost before you are gone
you are traced back to your source
be gone, sure you will be gone
but wuhan shall never forget COVID-19
Alert! in response to preparedness
shuttered, you have shuttered wuhan
live animal in wet market mixed with wildlife
in close contact spill over and jump
I am afraid if you spread more than measures
the consequence will hit hard on me
the cities are in a state of depression
countries are disturbed characterised by
experiencing watchful
Emenike Anayo Anderson.
If only i had, not even one bad habit,
I could have claimed my life as legit;
As i mention, keep its track,
In no way is it a personal attack.
Hurt me once, twice or thrice,
I will not transform into an ice;
I would rather offer you forgiveness,
Even after, you repeatedly create a mess.
I will love you more than you deserve,
Blissfully adoring your facial curve;
When you hurt me, tears well up in my eyes,
Then i feel like, it was a useless sacrifice.
There is this one thing, i just can’t do,
The act of pretending and ignoring too;
Initially i might dislike you for hurting me,
Disturbed by your act, i shall never be.
Everytime, being nice to others,
Is when goodness feels like a curse;
You will be taken for granted,
That is when, quite a few people are enchanted.
-Sheenam Eliza Kujur
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Chaos thrives within these walls, no quiet moments here.
Patience is a state of mind, there are children growing here.
From that first tiny flutter, of life inside of life…
A spark of the divine slowly growing toward the light
A tiny helpless cry becomes a word, and then a song.
A smile, a hop, a skip, a jump, they don’t stay little long.
The work is hard and thankless for a strong and guiding hand.
They need a gentle kindred heart to help them understand.
A thoughtless word can break a heart, too strong a hand, the spirit.
Too gentle and the yield is spoiled and all tomorrows with it.
The apple cannot fall too far from the Apple Tree.
A careless hand can pluck the fruit while it is still too green.
Kiss the hurts, mend the bikes, hand-me-down the jeans,
Hold the moments out of time and nurture every dream.
Laughter fills these walls at times and tears they sometimes flow.
I love you, we say every day. “Brush your teeth” … “Let’s go!”
We basketball, we cheerlead, we football, and we track…
Sometimes I think we meet ourselves, going… coming back.
Yes, chaos thrives within these walls, no quiet moments here.
Patience is a state of mind for there are children growing here.
My chest cooed like a dove
Cardio-vascular
Expression of love
Genre; Haiku. Disability. Impairment.
