Disease By Dialogue-A Poetic Conversation

The Gloved One Halt who goes there? The Disease I am the health care scare. The Gloved One Is your name bubonic, measles or tee bee? The Disease No, that is not me. The Gloved One I do not see you The Disease That does not mean I am not true. Covid 19 is my name And social disruption is my game. The Gloved One I feel a draft, a cold wind with no laugh. The Disease At 19 I was ready for the draft but peace was holding up any military wrath. Covid 19! I am the one that taunted the powers that be With an innocent start inside a fish mart I had ports of call where I made the masses they did fall Ordering people to stay inside or maybe they will die The Gloved One I said halt you wretched thing we have defeated your kind with our royal kings We will go back to hand shaking and peace making Once you have been disposed of and replaced with true love The Disease Yes I have a short term here By spreading isolation and frustration without a tear The Gloved One Begone Begone you treacherous villain you are making a million by using sickness as a way of killing There will be a rise in temperature From this contagious situation that is so immature And when the heat increases Covid 19 you will be in pieces The Disease Tally ho Covid 19 here and I must say it is time to go The Gloved One Lurk all you want in your invisible form And in the end you will wish Covid 19 was never born