The World Was Once a Stage

With the evergreen essence, the world was once a stage, With the passage of pace, it provoked to be a dreadful cage. The shining of the sun shone brightly but with the absence of peace, Where human moans but no therapy is available yet to cease. Covid 19 did fear us with its unspecified spread of affective illness, For the world, find few rooms to perceive worthy happiness. So far, medical science has made an effort, however, not yet sure, What was the cause? What do we have to unearth to cure? The treasure was certainly trash, to compare with the poison, Now we humans only have options to hope without asking for a reason. So wait without being wise than specialists, or else it might suck within a time, Let's hope for happiness, please understand my unskilled rhyme.