Coronavirus
Coronavirus
our air is fouled
so full of these deaths, and
cries of help and agony
all across the globe
there’s loud gray’s elegy, of
sun turning inducing death gray, leaving
more weeping, all weeping, for
the land is coronavirused!
and the day soured
with fleeting fire of disease, spreading
fear across the globe, many trembled
shivered and died, and our humour no more!
oh what a deadly gift
of this century
so sour and bitter, as
mankind dies by seconds
all glares
black, brown or white, as
death blooms on and on to the rooftop
and our fears sweep across the globe
this sun shines out death
and no respected of status, poor-rich alike
an unsmiling season of death we are
is it to blot out order and extinguish lights?
a state of war
mankind is in
war with an unkind disease
invading our space
but then
the hope, our hope
to stay at home
and to socially distance
our mankind
old rules to go
for us to survive this killing disease
and for nature to methodized
and social distancing to live
any hope
for mankind to survive
lots of hope, there is
earth heal thyself, we pray.
24/03/20
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