Covid-19
You
Sat wherever you were
Spotted me breathing
Saw how happy I was
Scowled with jealousy
Slipped sputum with furry
Sed with an evil plan
Slithered all over surfaces
Scattered yourself everywhere
Spanned from arid to airborne
You
Set up an ambush
Sauntered into my body
Swam through my blood
Strolled in my bronchi
Slid into my cosy lungs
Slit my innocent throat
Slept conjugally inside
Started bearing children
Strangling was their game
You
Scrambled science facts
Suffocated the whole world
Squandered innocent lives
Snatched people's breaths
Separated friends from family fondness
Sabotaged their every touch
Some were fathers and mothers
Sons, daughters and breadwinners
Some were just about to
Spin things right for good
Since you are too blind
Seeing blindness is for your eyes
Sinning is your righteous act
Submerged in meanness
Sundays are the days you get
Sunday punches from you
Spray right in our faces
Spreading conspicuously
Soon you'll sing the nursery rhyme
'SEVEN DAYS MAKE A WEEK'
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