I was sent home to quarantine.
On my drive home, I was frightened.
Now I must take this new journey.
I entered my house with one guaranteed.
I will protect myself from this thing indeed.
I entered the place where I sleep.
I scan my place to see where COVID-19 would be.
I look high and low and in between.
I scan the ceiling with a Binocular to see.
One thing for sure, I know, I must clean.
I mop the floors with water mix with bleach.
Every day I spray everywhere; I spray the entire air.
I know what my cleaning routine did to me.
I should not mix chemicals that could kill the body.
I pray I pray for everybody; no answer came within.
But by the grace of God, people are protected daily.

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