A Lockdown Story
By: Michael Seun
This is the true definition of a prison.
I call it the mind prism,
Where we are all forced to be caged in,
Locked in our shelters
Trapped in our manners.
It isn’t only the physical lockdown,
But the mental lockdown
Our minds have be coerced to safety,
Fear and worries of the future.
Will there ever be school?
Will there ever be worship?
Will there ever be hangouts?
And all that concern the proof of human existence on earth.
Truly, we have now become Corona’s pets
Stuck in doors like most objects
We can only stare at our windows,
And gaze as the wind blows through the empty kiosks.
Blows through the voiceless places of worship,
And the motionless buildings of learning.
Its an unforgettable chapter of history’s book.
The fact that we all need to stay safe,
The Government orders
The Health warnings,
But still, it’s an ever flowing torture.
For some, it’s a time to be ever lazy,
And some others, to improve themselves in a ramification.
Let’s all watch and pray for the world,
For nature has been left to wander alone.
The virus has made us at home.
Borders are now closed
Movement is now a stone
A Note From Eden: Dear Michael,
You Are Bright Light. The kind that effortlessly leaves the darkness bowing. You are sight, an eye piecing through the unseen. You are might, leaving your mark of truth, within each line of your story. Knowledge is power. And you haven’t failed to leave us with enough knowledge for sober reflections and positive actions. Thanks for sharing your truth with us at Express-Shun. The world is dark enough. Continue to shine the light that you are.