A Mighty Pandemic
Sitting at the Restaurant table with my muzzle
Trying to unravel this brand new puzzle
Pieces strewn across the table
Some fit well and some are trouble
Where do we fit into this maze
How long will it take to raise this haze
That has settled across this Globe
Of man made woes and man made blunders
How can we hide away from this craze
The things we crave for the things we own
Has hit us hard and so we moan
We are forced to change our tone
We have opened up the flood gates
Washing our hands with nature’s might
Keeping up the fight within our sight
For this is a wave of a mighty Pandemic.
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