Through our distress indeed —
We will not kneel to you; coronavirus.
From east to west,
From north to south,
You blindly rob lives;
You fly over mountains and hills,
Across seas and rivers
You fly with your immense dark wings,
Your shadow poisons the souls.
Through our distancing indeed —
We will not kneel to you; COVID-nineteen
With no pity,
You prey on our weaknesses;
You spare no newborn, no elders;
You have no mercy toward the youth either
Eh! ironically you do not segregate
And suddenly, we understand our vulnerability
Behind our locked door indeed –
Nevertheless, we will not kneel; Corona
You know very well COVID nineteen:
Since its birth, humanity has proven it resilience toward your kinds, And the fate reserved to you remains certain.
Despite being in quarantine –
We will not submit to you, dear virus
As timidly, spring blows from “Storeheia” hill
And the winds of restoration graze the alleys of our “by” town
As gradually, the doors sometimes foreclosed,
Now cautiously opening
While in containment still
Again, we will not bow to you, contagion
A new dawn is befalling upon us
Suddenly, because of you
While socially distancing ourselves
We realize that we are all on the same boat
Only solidarity can help us heal
We cannot divorce from the environment
Now we are called to restore life and the earth
While now in confinement,
With faith, we prophesize:
You, Coronavirus
You will be neither corona
Nor virus
Neither COVID nor nineteen
Neither new nor old,
But Corona defeated!
Om forfatteren:
Raïs Neza Boneza (poet/skribent) er født i Katanga-provinsen i Den demokratiske republikken Kongo. Han er aktivist og fredsforkjemper og bruker konflikthåndtering, åndelighet, vekst og helbredelse i sitt arbeide. Han har reist verden rundt som foreleser og rådgiver for ulike institusjoner, frivillige og humanitære organisasjoner.
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