O Curse of a Century

O curse of a century O Calamity of a century, Enough thieving of precious human life, Keen we’re to see thy date of expiry. As plague ye came, hoary thy history, Unleashing a terror of gravest strife, O thou curse of this chequered century. Ye came as flue not any less deadly, No withered virus, virulent its jibe, Nor tamed, nowhere seen its life expiry. Corona as now creepy and scary, With mutants of many a varied type, Messenger O of Death from mortuary, Thought, year twenty had reigned more than plenty, ‘Las, what followed has dug in more than rife, O Year Twenty-One, when’s thy expiry? O Tragedy Smidgeon of great fury, O Crowned Tsar, thy bite sharper than of knife, Time's ripe to go, hasten but not slowly, We’re keen to see thy back, better hurry. ________________________________________________ Villanelle |09.04.2021| Topic: tragedy, calamity