Cô-vít 19 Covid 19

Who weaved the Covid 19 spread around the world? For the vaccine penetrate into the person to change the gene pair Then I hate the pain of death, poverty, ignorance, and speechlessness I want to be deaf and can't hear anything around me, I want to be a cobblestone I want to transform the sad and crying image into ice When loved ones are gone, we can go, go and go Oh the mask is on the throne, the maiden doesn't need makeup Humanity is dying, we are moving away from you, the threat is high like a top of the mountain, the corpses are being burning, the season of humanity is too fragile! Well, if a soul going to the world, please don't come! Do not reincarnate as a human being! I am afraid of isolation when I hear dogs barking, people come and take people away, people isolate people I'm afraid your lips are black, shaped like a leaf Suddenly fell apart and let go of my hands You close your eyes, I close my eyes, everyone closes their eyes But the more I fear the soul also closes its eyes Because I have never known Jesus Christ Oh, my poetry hangs on the branches of the grass, the tops of the trees! Poetry in the lonely roof, poetry in the hospital Poetry can speak for us the words of love But not the end of the magical world Come back tomorrow, please cover your face! When I come back tomorrow, please cover my face Wash your hands with sanitizer With soap and avoiding each other The world is like without the sun of life The days of positive gain are really lonely! My ears want to go deaf because I have to hear a lot of suffering My heart is hard because it contains pain I am poor My wife is poor My child is poor The world is poor Which devils have come to earth? After that the evil never stopped What will the third world war be like? The cries, the souls fleeing the city Who planted the seeds of mourning? I want to kill, I want to stab, I want to hate the pandemic And we never needed another moment for the virus to harm the world Please cover my poetry is a white blouse Above all souls are dying! Please put my poetry in the battle against the epidemic My honey, if you still alive we have coffee, sit back!