The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Because of Corona

The germs bloom in a Chinese market
it has now spread to the entire world
viciously searching for its victims
every moment at all times
from churches to all buildings
attacking whichever it pleases
regardless of skin or religion
it infects anyone all the same
because of Corona humans panic
toilet paper is regarded as gold
other goods are being hoarded
until all aisles become empty
towns are quiet like cemeteries
since the start of travel restrictions
lots of lives have been lost
be it the young or the elderly
it destroys sources of income
traders suffer painful losses
may a cure be found immediately
so that we will not remain gloomy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Agustin Avatar
January 14, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
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March 24, 2020 at 9:26 PM
I live outside of Boston,Massachusetts I feel your pain. Well done in this pandemic period of life SS. Kelli
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