Corona Virus
Old Mother Nature’s striking back.
It is Mankind She wants to sack.
Of days ahead, She will keep track
and make them black and make them black.
An illness now assaults the land.
Its passing will leave Earth unmanned,
but it will spread as She has planned,
with Her great hand, with Her great hand.
And when this epidemic’s passed
and Nature’s fin’lly had Her blast,
how long has Mankind then to last?
Who can forecast? Who can forecast?
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