Some are busy to checkmate the Death 

Breaking all grounds for saving a soul 

Many have left life without a wreath 

Still, others fighting for a golden goal 

Next to God they or God in disguise 

Locked wooden doors not letting to see 

Myself a layman am not a wise 

Dreaming to fly someday being free 

Some are in ways that were trodden once 

Praying urging stretching all help 

Trying to stop steps leaving no chance 

Never has a moment to think for self 

But busier than them is you and me 

Time gives abundance moment to think 

To argue to fight to prove and see 

Whose the best let the other sink 

Let virus to die without versus to grow 

As meanness pervades true rational word 

Only love has power to cure I know 

But bewildered this earth now a wingless bird 

The only thing now that we can do 

Waiting for heaven to heal each mind 

Alone can’t be I need you too 

Begging compassion for dying mankind.