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
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2022
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