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
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020
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