Not a Futile Dream

I have a dream Where flower petals will rain On the world, stitching With the others in their fall A garland that the rain angels In their awe and reverence W'd drape around the world For standing up in unity Against Coronavirus ferocious The multi corned devil Which has woefully bedeviled The billions of people lives Lined up for survival in a battle epic That has thwarted the human brain Stretching it to its last neurons And taking a heavy toll on lives Emotionally in tatters And economically in ruins. Trampled under the devil's feet And devastated by its preemptive strike Fear not the human race You will live to take this fight To another day, trust me There will be a new dawn, it will be yours When this malady ghastly you will put On the run and in banishment, The world will recede no further Let tears of grief flow in abundance In memory of our unforgotten souls Who checkmated by fate Waited for death in isolation, which Denied them a say to a final goodbye To their kins before passing away, And in memory of thousands few, who Fighting hard to push the calamity back Fell down fighting their last war.