April 17, 2020 16 By Hammed Adebayo

The significance of being indoors
Just like the inhabitants of the grave
Couldn’t hold it, but sleep all day

Self isolation isn’t enough a consolation
For the death tolls in a pandemic nation
Could prayer help please the gods
And help wash away the panic of getting killed

“O God! Why have you forsaken us
Man has become a laughing stock
In the eyes of the death
Killing humans, and feasting them to graves

A day well spent brings a placid sleep
But all days have become a day of depression
All nights have become a fearful night
Is there still hope for a happy life?

The shadow of death
Looms on every creation
Just like the clouds in every nation
I ask, is this the end of time?