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Rhyme:         AABB
Rhythm:        Trochaic tetrameter. i.e.,                                                             
Each line as:  BAH-bah BAH-bah BAH-bah BAH-bah

 1    “Hi, Corona, thy name means crown.   
	But all thy deeds in pain us drown.
	Many losing jobs, homes and hope,	
	Are not sure how they now will cope.	

2 	For months schools and colleges closed,
	For us many problems have posed.
	Online class is not fun, my friend.
	Good if soon it comes to an end.

3	Deaths one million by September.
	Scary number to remember!
	Why hast thou become a killer?
	Please, leave us, mad graveyard filler!”

      
4     “I am only a messenger.
	Neither killer, nor avenger.
	Many see me as an evil.
       	But the wise will see my goodwill.

5	God, your great and loving Father,
	Sees you drifting from Him farther.
	Fun and entertainment centered,
       	You are now much conscience blunted.

6	Money you chase; but not wisdom,
	Depth in spirit, or God’s Kingdom.
	With your science  and tech power,
       	You think you're a mighty tower.

7	God sent me to help you to see
	Powerless how you are. Hence flee
	From all your sins. Follow God’s way.
       	Then I'll fly away, as you say.”

Posted:    20 October 2020
Updated:  22 November 2020

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