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Pandemic

Solo it came; embedded in the droves. They covered bodies with once whitened sheets. Assembly lines carry them to the stoves. Stench of death and burnt flesh along the streets. I am doubtful now of ignorance’s bliss. Red flag; just another blown forewarning. Death; ‘tis the season of our new abyss. Where sorrow wakes us, to greet the morning. Prayers now ending with the plead “please fall sun!” Overwhelmed worldwide by a lunar phage. If only heed had been on precaution existence may have bilked this final stage. Solutions are socially systemic. Every soul, a role. Prevent pandemic!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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