In the kitchen preparing supper
My nosy ear inclines to the next room's murmur
Of massive Graves and global disaster.
I join my hands and say a prayer
Not longer than "Our Father"

Conversations interchange between neighbours
The fading of debates and enjoyable laughters
As everyone retreats and turn their homes into bunkers
I join my hands and say a prayer
Not longer than "Our Father".

Insomniac as nightmares bring me displeasure
Fear of the uncertainty steals away my leisure
I stay wide awake waiting for divine visitation from the grim reaper
As my heart decides to cheat on faith with terror
"Wait" I say, as I join my hands and say a prayer
To my Creator
My Savior
My Protector
My Healer...
Not longer than "Our Father".







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