Covid-19
China reaches out for power
Over land and across the seas
Raging fevers crush the flowers
Of fragile weak humanity
Nothing known can quell the wake
As ripples drown the soul
Visions of this tragic fate
Interred as church bells toll
Rest for those no longer living
Under a blanket of broken sod
Sins without forgiving.. left to the will of God
Copyright © Jane Vandoe | Year Posted 2020
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