Echoes Of Covid-19!

Voice Of The Voiceless

The aftermath is resonant, redolent with unuttered pain, fleeting shadows pass into embers urging us to think and rethink, to get down on our knees bow our heads and pray. The echoes are a constant reminder of what went wrong, when the whole world stopped spinning for a while, when the noise that we created was silenced, economies came crashing down, businesses were closing and despite it all, the proud, the rich and the famous believed that all they had, everything they possessed was a result of their hard work.

Though the crisis seems to have passed, it actually has not. According to what we read in the newspapers, the death toll has exceeded 800,000 and counting. Some countries are still running around in circles looking for a cure to this pandemic when, in fact, there seems to be none. Most of us have been living our lives like there is no tomorrow, like only the here and now is what matters; most of the big spenders and high flyers live like they will be on this earth forever. They have forgotten that there is an eternity, life after death is inevitable no matter what the color of your skin, the extent of your riches, what religion you profess, whether you are young or old, the end must come.