“Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again
The radio broadcast it as a plea to pause, listen and reflect.
Humans have always had their own ways
To cope with disaster
Now, we have the facility
To air our haikus and verses instantly
As they occur to us
And I couldn’t escape the waking dream
Of infected fleas
In the warp and weft of soggy cloth
By the tailor’s hearth
He captured the world
Every village, every city
Invincible and dangerous
Than anybody has ever been
But little did he know of the secret army
The army of heroes clad in white and green
Despite what you might think or feel,
We are not the enemy
We are messenger, we are ally
We are a balancing force
We are asking you
To stop, to be still, to listen