Deborah Onons
1 min readSep 21, 2023

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Photo by Getúlio Moraes on Unsplash

COVID is in the air

Run, run to your homes: disappear!

The world is undergoing an epileptic seizure

Deaths and numbers competing without measure.

The viral syndrome is a curse!

A curse? From above? That cannot be alleviated by a nurse…

According to the recommended note, the state of emergency

Restricting freedom, rights and courses for many;

Non victims suffering from hunger

How they cope, I often wonder

Life has not been most fair unto them

Never given the luxury of a diamond or a gem.

News!!! The isolation stories

How to maintain a maximised self hygiene, death record polls that arouse worry…

How my brother begs his neighbour for bread

And will be refused and disgraced feeling dread

How my sister goes to the grocer’s to steal some food

Humiliated, spat on and shamed for doing what she could;

And you are right there in your homes

Living the dream that others can’t in your comfortable foam.

Have you no cause to give thanks?

Appreciation for the things you possess and the extra stored in banks.

I see life now from a different perspective

As I sit on my veranda within the prescribed restrictives.

18/04/2020

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Deborah Onons

Mon stylo, mon instrument; mes pensées, ma toile.🎉