COVID-19 is evil and it has done its worst to the world. It has taken the world a million backwards. The world is prayerfully battling it with all resources, and the poets have their resources on the nib. Lauren Danuja is a Nigerian and a poet from Kogi State, a lovely mother.
“The Crown of Thorn” is a title dedicated to the world against the novel CoronaVirus- COVID-19 ravaging the world. Lauren says the world is in pains and agony, and the worst, “death knocks on doors of a handful at a time.” The poem describes the condition of the carriers of the virus and the end thereof.
The Crown of Thorns equally addresses the measures taken so for, especially by her beloved country Nigeria. The poem noted that the most painful measure to curb the menace is, ‘….. stay at home…’. Examples are brothers restricted from burying their beloved that died after been infected by the virus. The poem traced the ordeal of the virus to people’s pockets and found they are empty and the owners brazenly awaiting severe hunger. Finally, the poem begs COVID-19 to leave.
It is a poem of 50 lines, divided into 8 sestets and 1 couplet from a second-person point of view.
The Crown of Thorns
The world was in her enthusiasm
When you appeared as a Christmas gift
Was it a gift?
Oh! What a gift to end the year
A gift of crown laden with thorns
For swift from Wuhan you came
China! China!!
Your whip of death
Oh we wept and weep
They say you seldom last
But the world you proved wrong
Dancing around the world
Spinning like a tornado
Leaving destruction in your wake
Pumping our hearts with aches
Spreading all your venom
Sparing neither young nor old
Contagious oh! Contagion
Worlds’ worst nightmare
Flee, the world is fleeing
Away from your magnet
To take refuge in hidden tents
Constraining to her fate
Staring at Mother Nature from the gaps
The nations’ Corps in action
To aid strict compliance
And curb your menace
For deadly as death you are
The world dreads your presence
Forcing your way to the people
Like a troop of soldiers at sunrise
Pushing to her enemy’s camp
Gbim! Gbim! The sounds from your captives
For breath, they wheeze
Hey! Novel corona, your remedy we have
Caution! Caution! Caution!
Social distancing for all
To stay at home is for the people
Quarantine is for your captives
And to Self-isolate for tourists
The measures all nations seek
To flush you away from mother earth
For our heart is deep with grief
And loved ones restrained from their corpse
Savings and Stomachs are wailing in chains
But hitherto cannot be set free
Your strikes are without mercy
Your victims you barely spare
Oh the gift of crown laden with thorns
When will you be spent?
WRITTEN BY LAUREN DANJUMA
Read also: https://campusaga.com/the-murderer-a-poem-by-oblama-gabriella-ojima/