A Poem on Disaster and Death: COVID-19 by Deola Adelakun

COVID-19

A plague like a hundred plagues

A man like thousands

The teacher of the disobedient

The boss of the Vatican

A cry of KORO here and there

The dwarf that organised the giants

A hundred thousand innocents perished

In moments of loses

They drew more tears from sobbing eyes

Olympics suffered

Homes were scampering for refuge

Friends were moaning loudly

All powers were bemused

All authorities were bewildered

All strengths were powerless

All influences were confused

The dragon lizard shut down the global economy

The churches and the mosques sealed

The schools closed down

The clubs and the sports standstill

The companies and the businesses paralyzed

Tourism to Jerusalem became forbidden

Pilgrimage to Mecca became prohibited

Travels not allowed again

The pharaoh was not ot easy to convince

Rapidly spread like a wildfire

Streets were uninhabited

Paths were deserted

Roads were unoccupied

Expressways were vacant

Millions were inflicted in a couple of months

KORO, a professional musician

Don’t cough became the KORO chorus

Don’t sneeze became KORO Rhythm

Don’t shake hands again became KORO tenor

Don’t hug each other again became a KORO tune

Keep social distance became KORO soprano

Always watch and sanitize your hands to become KORO bass

Isolate and quarantine yourself became KORO solo

Always with your face mask became a KORO lyric

Stay at home became a KORO song everywhere

You that claim to have power to perform a miracle

You that say I am a miracle worker

This is an golden opportunity for you, what are you waiting for?

You don’t experiment power under your shelter

Your power is useful at isolation centers

You are needed to cure as many as coronaviruses

To make you a real miracle minster

Arise and send away the pandemic to leave our sanctuary

Briefs of the Poem

The poem portrays the themes of disaster and death. It draws us back to the recent disaster that engulfs the globe. The occurrences affect human and non-human resources. The poet is concerned about the disaster that results in death.

A hundred thousand innocents perished and people draws more tears from sobbing eyes. Many people die during the disaster and the global economy is paralyzed. Many are shivering and wet because of the disaster new to approximately 95% of the people.

The poet explicates coronavirus as a monster that taught the world a lesson. Olympic suffered. Friends are moaning loudly. Homes are scampering for refuge.

Tourism and Pilgrimages are forbidden. It is as if the world wants to end. A lot of prophecies about the end time. Even certain people are saying that the disaster occurs as a result of 4G technology.

It organizes us with whips. The poet symbolizes the virus as a man like thousands and the teacher of the disobedient. Millions are inflicted in a couple of months.

The dragon lizard that shuts down the global economy. Nobody can go out again. The poet sees COVID-19 as a music profession as the different tunes of Koro are occupied the mouth of everybody.

Coughing, handshaking, hugging, keeping social distance, watching and sanitizing hands, isolating and quarantining yourself, using your face mask, and staying at home were Koro’s lyrics and rhythm. The cry of COVID-19 and coronavirus here and there.

The poet begs and encourages all miracle ministers to perform their miracles at the isolation centers. Their powers are now useful there to heal as many as Koro patients. Also, they are needed to send away leprosy from our land.