Abubakar Maisara Temilade
Najmahnoor
Lagos, Nigeria
Student
Abubakarmaisara8@gmail.com
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*STRAY* *HOPE*
Our fingers are crossed,
As we hope for a cure
to the end of our troubles.
We keep indoors,
In fear and agony.
When we dare to venture out,
We are cautious.
Our neighbors smile;
In their eyes there is
Reserve and suspicion.
They keep their distance,
As we do ours in mute accord.
Much of ours is unspoken.
A pandemic which has taken many;
Friends and enemies have journeyed
To the land of the unknown.
We are now united by sympathy,
But still divided by entity.
Our compassions cannot travel
beyond the walls of our rooms.
We are now left to succumb
to the limitations set by saviours,
To better you and me.
We still sat on our hands,
As we hope for a cure;
A cure to make things better
A cure to a better life.
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