Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

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

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