By Hilda D. Tadaoan
Covid is your name, but who are you?
Pardon me, but I really don’t know
I try to trace where you may be
No one could tell where you are each day.
Seemed your start was an unknown that swirled
Then spread out all over the world
Who in this Planet Earth could tell?
Only Wuhan, if it rings its bell.
Apo, why did you let it come?
Into this wide world without alarm
No one could see it from near or far
If only it were seen in battle or war
Brave soldiers could have shot it through
Or chopped it with their sharp bolo.
If it were confined in a spot or cell
It could have been shot and burned in hell.
It has been traced all over the land
Laymen liken it to have Satan’s wand
It beats anyone and they’re down or gone
Its act is quicker than the click of a gun.
So, we’re here under Damocles’s sword
We ardently pray that we be spared, Lord
We live in fear and uncertainty
We cling to God re: our destiny.
Our Lord, please toss this unknown to high space
We’ve been distressed, we long to have peace
Hopefully, it will not take so long
It’s time it goes where it should belong.
Apo has program of work, He knows how
To cause Covid to make its final bow
He won’t let it stay for another year
Take heart, old normal will soon be here.
Before I end my sari-sari comment
As expression of my sentiment
I ask that we bow and thank the Lord
For keeping us safe, so far so good.
We thank the health force who help us, too
They inspire folks as they prick the Dose Two
Guide us Lord to aim well, shot with art
Like David with stone we strike its heart.
Ama mi denggem kararag mi
Isangit mi toy dawat mi
Ta dakes unay patakarana
‘Toy enemy awan pil-pilien na.
Uray sino ena madalapos
Tuangen na awan asi na pulos
Ilislisem coma dakami
Bareng makita mi ti appo mi. Amen.