In the Year 2020
It's 2020 a virus is in the air,
It spreads like wildfire everywhere.
People are dying the hospitals are stressed,
Wear a mask was their request.
People are hoarding groceries and supplies,
Every single person taking by surprise.
Some refused to follow the rules,
They closed stores, churches and schools.
So many of us out of work,
It's like the world went berserk.
Thousands are dying every day,
A vaccine to save your life so they say.
Half the world got in line,
The rest complained, ed and whined.
So many died and went away,
Still people screamed of foul-play.
It's 2021 and the virus is taking life's,
Mom's, dad's, son's, daughters, husbands and wives.
Pestilence is on the rise,
Stand in line to get supplies.
Some people have it and never get sick,
Some live, some recover, others die so quick.
It's 2021 a virus is in the air,
No one is safe I do declare.
TURBO1904 2021
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2021
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