Global Gloom - Rhyme for This Plague, Between Love and The Covid-19

By: Tiv Firsta

The rain falls splintered on my roof

Jumping as pounds of popcorns

Think about all scary things out of those tightened doors

I’m home

Saved as also savior

That’s my mother told                    

Dearest,

Universe …

Are you crying so loudly?

How if we hugging each other?

I also tired of hugging my own bone

Every day I hear the ring of Paperboy’s bike

He smiles but cries

Is his newspaper wet?

Or unsold?

The rain falls glittered on my old window

Shinning as all-new hopes

For this global gloom

Where the hundreds of death spread out every day