Lockdown can’t go down in creation,
Sit at home and listen to explanation.
Can’t go to the market or swim,
Because of the virus, can’t go for atrim.
Everywhere I go on TV, phone, on everyone’s mouth,
It there in north, east, west and south.
As I woke up, the birds started to chirp,
It was as quiet as a massive curb.
Wash hands hundred times a day,
They have become as dry as hay.
May be god is giving us a sign,
Let us all pray and be safe.
