Coronavirus

I hear A weeping quarantined widow I peer Through my sealed window I fear The unattended corpse below A tear Slips out in limbo The atmosphere Hurling my emotions akimbo This year Death’s started to winnow! My career? The lockdown let it go I’m now a cashier With no cash flow A spear Deprived of a throw It’s clear The life you know My dear Can deteriorate into zero Be Mr. Shakespeare Or just a bimbo Oh dear son, Wonder where’s science? Science sense Has fled into a maze of inexistence But pray and have confidence In this social distance It’s a mutual response To this traumatic circumstance Of course I miss you More than you do kiddo But still when I’m near Give your cuddle to your pillow If we don’t make it this year At least we’ll be called heroes By generation that will survive This remorseless woe