The world decided to change our plot,
Yesterday's life is nothing but a tale,
See the people as they face the onslaught;
From the hostile that tend to lead us frail;
The busy toes are nowhere to be seen,
faces were hid in their safest cradle.
They have nobody but themselves to lean,
trying to keep sanity stable;
The alluring faces covered with mask,
To save their souls from the eye of the death.
The poor and rich working on the same task,
Innumerable victims lost their breath.;
Pray oh dear, at daybreak hope will be here,
and rosy triumph is all we can hear.
© rabbi