There
is a Moo
He
stays quiet
Sitting
on his chair
Looking
at the field
The
brown grasses
Slowly
turning green
The
rainfall in late evening
He
gives his silent sigh
There
is a Moo
A
bargain of power
A
shape in the night
The
unseen shadow stays
The
corona virus in his eyes
He
can't face it head on
He
is afraid to get infected
It
will cause his fear in his mind
There
is a Moo
He
sits there worrying about his chair
He's
afraid he will lose his battle
He
is buying time to stay on
But
he knows
Walking
through back-door
The
illegal entry the sins to pay
He
knows the score in the lake of fire
There
is a Moo
The
light can't shine
He
sees the dark mirror
He
shouldn't stay
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