Adorned with gloves and nose mask -
In defense against an invisible enemy that wars the human race-
I embarked on a journey to my old neighborhood.
A neighborhood where death is our next door neighbor.
I went from house to house
And to places where men gather to drown their sorrows
In a River that lives in cup;
To inform them to gather at the play ground;
For a son has come with a message for them.
With tears dropping from my heart,
While I maintain a smiling face.
I watched as a noiseless hand unwind the scroll of my past.
Like a man standing in front of a mirror,
I saw myself in the children playing happily in their tattered cloths.

.
My team, spent time teaching them about a virus;
The one that has put the world on her knees.
From the name to its symptoms;
We sang the message to the ears of a listeners waiting to see
what lies in the bag we claim will put this virus away.

To make reality sink, we spoke of how this virus kills
If our mouth isn't covered with mask
and our hands ain't covered with gloves.
Like men who is moving away from someone who let out a fart,
They started dispersing.
Not willing to be lectured on what they know.
They have been interested untill we mentioned death,
And we made it sound like a threat.

.
with disbelief and angered voice,
They spoke in unionism, that nothing of such exist.
As I pressed harder, hoping to melt their mountain of disbelief.
Then, a voice among them came to remind me
What I seem to have forgotten from my many years of absence from the neighborhood.
Joseph! Death don't visit here, it lives here.
It's a bonafide member of this community
And everyone of us have seen him.
We last saw him in the house of John.
He came to save him from a headache that demanded a paracetamol that his money can't buy.
It's a Friend that saves us from the cruelty of life
And offers exit to the pain, we have known from birth.

.
The gathered hoping we came to fight their Enemy-hunger.
Hunger is feared here,
It has teeths and canes constantly pointed on their stomachs,
It wakes them every night
And insist they talk till the become deaf to their own voice.
It's an enemy that has been with them
Since they walked out of the door between their mother's leg.