By Germina Melius
Unmasked, the uncompassionate one of indifference,
wanders through my darling earth.
She sneezes, men fall like leaves.
Her arms are deadly like her mouth, they lead death to her prey.
Mental stress, the illness absorbs mankind, jobs lost,
money becomes a ghost.
Poverty rises to the sky, the world lamenting its demise
calls to the Creator of time.
Our hospitals overwhelmed with tear stained cheeks,
people cry in lamentation.
Some will live to tell Corona’s tale to their unborn children.
“A virus brought the world to its knees with death and paranoia.”
The virus of uncertainty now plagues our fragile future.
During the pandemic, some people discovered their literary talent. I sought to satisfy my soul and circumstance in creative writing by joining some creative writing groups. I learnt a lot about expression, emotions, support, encouragement and friendship, and the use of social media as a powerful tool for creative writers leading to an increase in self-published books. I was shocked at the number of people suffering from mental illness who found solace in poetry. With significant increases in job losses and the ‘lock down’, as a remedy for mental stress, many people sought to satisfy their souls in creative writing, predominantly poetry. We became better listeners, writers, collaborators, learners, helpers and innovators.