A Poetic Conversation With Covid 19

Halt who goes there? I am the health care scare. Is your name bubonic, measles or tee bee No, that is not me. I do not see you That does not mean I am not true. Covid 19 is my name And social disruption is my game. I feel a draft, a cold wind with no laugh. At 19 I was ready for the draft but peace was holding up any military wrath. Covid 19! I am the one that taunted the powers that be With an innocent start inside a fish mart I had ports of call where I made the masses they did fall Ordering people to stay inside or maybe they will die I said halt you wretched thing we have defeated your kind with our royal kings We will go back to hand shaking and peace making Once you have been disposed of and replaced with true love Yes I have a short term here By spreading isolation and frustration without a tear Begone Begone you treacherous villain you are making a million by using sickness as a way of killing There will be a rise in temperature From this contagious situation that is so immature And when the heat increases Covid 19 you will be in pieces Tally ho Covid 19 here and I must say it is time to go Lurk all you want in your invisible form And in the end you will wish Covid 19 was never born