No one had paid attention
No one cared to mention
They drew the guns to the North
No one cared to protect the South
Maybe no one wanted to see
Or, we saw, just didn’t care
Then one morning
Dazzling as the sun’s reflection
Awakening as a bell notification
A visitor came, TROTTING
and bright as light,
He showed his might, spread his light
In all the Dark places.
The once silent sighs
Saw their way to deafening screams
Society slid, society sulked
We could no longer work
Yet people needed food, security,
assurance
And without plan, without preparation
They drew the guns to the South.
But how then, how?
How could they distribute food
or masks?
No one had cared to arrange a clear database
No one had even organized records on citizens
How could economies sustain themselves?
No one had laid a clear foundation
All our dirty linen, inefficiencies
All our dark places trotted to light.
But that’s the thing with visitors
They call us to order
They call us to change, to prepare
They make us see the cobwebs in the corner
The fragility and disorder
Corona virus had showed us
How fragile our society was.
Primah Birungi
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