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Perkara Pandemik

Dengan sekali ketuk, ia buat bumi yang sibuk jadi terpuruk
Menggerogoti pelan paru kita semua
Semesta mengutuk si mimpi buruk
Padahal awalnya ibu pertiwi menanggapi tertawa

Perkara pandemik memang pelik
Orang orang dibuat panik
Ada yang menderma
Ada yang serakah memangsa harta
Ada lagi jadi yang dimangsa
Tersingkap banyak rupa manusia

Persenjataan melawan pandemik kian langka
Yang serakah semangat sekali menimbun harta

Dari mereka ada yang sok membela agama
Mengutuk mereka yang berniat baik
Katanya, jangan mengukung hak datang ke tempat ibadah hanya karena pandemik
Percayakan saja pada takdir sang Khalik

Turut mewarnai pula kabar dusta yang merebak cepat dari mulut ke mulut
Buat yang kalut  kian tersulut
Dusta dan fakta nyaris serupa
Entah tanggung jawab siapa

Sementara pandemik makin merebak
Ada saja yang tetap keras kepala
Hura-hura untuk melenyapkan hasratnya saja
Bersikukuh menantang perang bermodal nekat pada pasukan tak kasat mata

Wahai tentara pemulih
Jiwamu mulia bersih 
Mari angkat topi untuk mereka pasukan putih
Meregang nyawa untuk selamatkan yang ringkih

Ini duka bumi kita
Mari sembuhkan bersama
Ambil peran sesuai porsinya
Jangan kita menutup mata

Kurang-kurang nafsu ambisi
Tambah-tambah empati di hati

Perkara pandemik 
Semoga bumi acap membaik

-tertanda aku yang semangat dengan social distancing movement
Mari dirumah saja dan jaga kesehatan

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