The Prophetic Cure

By Nora V. Marasigan

It came somewhere from the East.
It seemed like no one could escape from this beast.
People’s lives are being taken continuously.
Something in this world manipulates the people’s vulnerability.

When everyone thought the right decision was flight, They realized too late that it was not right.
One should look after his family, Because this wild beast does not seem to know mercy.

Everyone panics, but the solution is too unfussy.
People just don’t listen and they regret it fully.
Hoping for another chance, but it is never too easy.
The world is not too kind, and this is the reality!

People stuck at home, Doing whatever they can alone. Praying that this beast leaves as it should And all the sufferings be gone for good.

People grieved, people died.
They are not gonna come back alive.
But one thing they profess is sure.
People shall learn as they find the cure.

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