Dear, Virus
Dear virus
don't you think you've had your fill
maybe its time to move on
why couldn't you have been
a friendly chap
with symptoms of happiness
sense of well being
greater love and compassion
for one another
appreciation for god
closer to the spirit
not the gnashing flesh.
Instead of social distancing
we'd draw closer
but you've turned us into lepers
scurrying from one another
pointing fingers in the shadows
gangrenous hearts
hoarding-hardening
our invisible
death.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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