Covid 19
Its uncertainty takes us into year three
Must mask up, still not quite free
A randomness science can’t comprehend
Mandate not, don’t get the shot—the latest trend
Surrendered to what’s taken longer
The jabs make immune systems stronger
To misleading rumors, we fall quarry
Thousands more we’ll surely bury
This spiky protein called Covid Nineteen
Ages five and up, now get your vaccine
A conspiratorial depopulation
Manufactured in another nation
The masses, it’s here for all races
Children seen with shrouded faces
Is this it, is Covid here to stay
What do doctors tell us to say
The virus evolves, it doesn’t go away
What lessons can be learned
Another life sickened and spurned
The Pope, another epistle
To what tune do we whistle
What will they say all over the world
Every man for himself, every boy and girl
All grown up—they’ll be heard and seen
As the — Generation Covid Nineteen!
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