My own picture....
Coronavirus
Africans running to their holes,
Europeans fighting for their souls,
who is to blame?
is it china?
is it Miners?
why not look for solution,
to this pollution,
that is filling our lungs,
with thorns and burns.
gasping for air,
a life of dispair.
Corona virus
or should I say, corona drive us
because we run to our little holes,
like ants when it rains.
when shall thy leave us,
no one knows.
But one thing we know, is that
food supplies will one day run dry,
if we keep on living this way.
Or as they say_ colonial virus
Because we hope on our colonial masters for solution.
but in this dark times,
We enjoyed the beauty that comes from music:
Move me without a touch,
help me reminisce as much.
Spin tales sweet or bitter,
many yet to be told
hooks and flows, shows
how far we've come.
Beat me without a hit,
make me loose my sit.
Force me use my feet,
help me free my mind
As I grind to the rhythm of your rhymes.
The cosmic differences,
all fussed together as one.
Every one understands your words and sounds,
As we hear our heart beats_As your drum's
The origin of life.