A tunnel so dark that everyone distastes
Filled with blood, with few spots to step
Though a sausage uncalled,
Pick up the pace, don't dwell on the taste
At the end of the tunnel will be winners and losers
Many birds will fly out, and dance to new songs
You'll find out your friends have increased in heights
Your foes will come out and oppress the more
Look beyond the clouds and feed on the stars
When the virus is dashed and the lockdown is lifted
Your eyes will blink and you will ask yourself
"What have I gained? beyond being alive
Would you whisper to yourself about your regret?
Or feel a smirk in your heart for your new asset?
Balogun Abdulganiy Olamide (Midas)
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