There was a time before this time
when humans were whole,
when humanity exists as a goal
of the collective,
triumph and resounding echos
are genuine
and not some script acted out
to generate likes and engagement,
in a world of gains where
all is set in hysteria,
make the human race committed
to being social on Medias,
a time, not even downtroddenness
nor crushing vibes will make
you bat an eye,
nor wickedness, like free spirits
on a mission to infesting remnants
of good in our mind.
Then, dreams weren't just born
but also fulfilled,
and even deaths in all its Glory
would often go on periodical sick leaves..
Welcome to Twenty-Twenty
where isolation means you get
to watch the quarantine uprising from
that auspicious doomsday timeline
of a time all countries
of the world went on holidays,
freedom, like metal-birds, took flight
on runways,
a dictatorship unlike any
mankind's seen since Hitler...
where are the preachers of "stay calm,
this too shall pass!"
when it only took seconds
for purposes to be defeated,
when we can watch on 3Ds
Earth's domineering species
decimated.
Survival has suddenly become
strictly poetical unlike before,
we now live in a time, where the
unseen's existential validation is
proven not to be a con.
A world broken and politically corrupt
such is our fate now but whose fault,
to be born to a reality of diffluence?
the one time in history when
the word "existing" and "living" are
undeniably in agreement,
maybe the balances of this world
needs retrench,
so, we bow to a new normal,
allowing a viral disruption dictate
our existence, and survival format,
social distancing to tear relationships
apart,
self isolation to render us "handicapped".
We now live in moments of changed
historical calendars,
a great partitioning of mankind's
history; events before and after covid.
At least, that's what we see, when
we write threnody,
or eulogize a fallen brotherhood,
lost to Covid-19.
Written and edited
By @aduragbemi
Erinkitola Aduragbemi
17th July, 2020
