The Variant

The jagged edge of the knife Pierced the puffed face of resilience Now, humanity is at his wits' end Unable to wake up from this nightmare That torched his house (comfort zone) Blowing apart his cubicle of happiness Scattering his hopes It is not victory yet for the variant As it combs inside our human weaknesses Vexed by our foolhardiness The variant has blown a hole Inside the hard shell of our biopsychosocial defences Penetrating deep into our psyche Where it has manufactured a nasty concoction of fear Now, we are outstretched inside our hopelessness Not knowing what tomorrow holds We are baffled by the ferocity and the cunningness of this beast The variant has injected its venomous spell inside the vessel of our lives Shattering our mental apparatus and our bodily defences Now, we are deflated and punctured by the multiple stab wounds We are bleeding from every orifice and our hearts are swollen with sorrow We are struggling to find our breath and we are unable to care for our wounded compatriots In this state of chaos and anarchy, we can only draw from the abundance of our spiritual resources And recite from the manuscript of faith, hope and love We can only pray and pray for this unholy war to be nullified And for the variant to retreat to its horrendous kingdom This battle is not worthy of all the bloodshed and carnage Enough is enough, let's stop all the foolishness And let's get vaccinated, wear our face masks, sanitize, social distance… Let's do all we can to put a stop to this pandemic It begins with you ©Kenneth Maswabi