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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! Depopulation— Manufactured in another nation? The masses, all races Children with shrouded faces Is Covid here to stay—what do the doctors say? The virus evolves, 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 Generation—Covid Nineteen! 1/18/22

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Date: 1/18/2022 11:29:00 PM
Yea a whole generation will grow up, hopeful from out of the restraints of covid. Love the poetry, it tells one the way it is. A poem for the archives to be read over and over.
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I Am Anaya
Date: 1/19/2022 10:06:00 AM
Thank you for your accolade, I'm honored
Date: 1/18/2022 3:29:00 PM
Hello I Am Anaya, Welcome to poetry soup. I feel that the virus has been around long enough. This is the 3rd year of the virus. I keep hoping something stronger to come along to rid of the virus. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 1/19/2022 10:29:00 AM
Hello I Am Anaya, welcome. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Enjoy your day my friend.
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I Am Anaya
Date: 1/19/2022 10:08:00 AM
Thank you for your welcoming comment, happy to be on board