LET THE UNBORN HEAR

And in time until recent, could I discover what it ever meant, to choose a spot and sit, on the cushion chairs or lie, on the lifted pad of foam. For hours and for days, weeks and time indefinite. Either doing or be done.

Man is but embellished in fear, and the unfair thought of what may grieve him. Continents asunder to ashes of perplexion, in awe of the horrible distress. A hot air of dying awake, blown to challenge the globe we built. The ever-great history of the pen in ink and images dates to be related for generations.

Death is inevitable but no man is living to die. Health is more cherished for all sick seek to heal. What then, shall we of a disease that holds your breath? Contagious, airborne they contest or droplets based. Spreading, through the globe from nations to continents. Cubicles, shouldn’t host if they are yours to be safe. Exactly, what shall I tell of the new century disease?

Someone needs to replay the scenes of how the world president was wandering between words and between drugs just to address his Chinese virus. I want to live to tell my unborn ones how my country counted from dozens to gross and to hundreds and thousands of victims. None must tell my children but me that the Chief Officer of a nation’s president was kidnapped by death when he sent his angel that rampaged. The tales of shaking none, and keeping one’s breath to himself, and of how your sneeze and cough will get a market to the national disease control, can only be told perfectly by me.

Of fear or affliction, each country has got its tale of a disease that isn’t found yet. At face or anticipation, clinicians and governors have got encountered of what they know lesser than needed about. In the media or the sidetalks, everyone has got to hold on about the novel coronavirus. With WHO or NCDC, my nation keeps updating and preventing the epithet of COVID ‘19.

Maybe there won’t be another life. Maybe there won’t another century. Maybe, for us. Probably not for the unborns. Our generation has faced a plague it never read about in the book of the world or heard of in her moonlight tales. Let it be told that our world duel her fight against the novel coronavirus.