Tears of a Covid-19 Victims Family
silent tears fall on pale skin
Tears of a mother and a brother
weeping heard across the world
For a mother of a victim
Of a demon's curse,
The coronavirus it’s called
Silent tears and sweet sorrows
Fall down my face as I realize my little sister won't be around much longer
Never to experience life or sweet joys of love
I weep for my baby sister, a babe killed by the sickness of end times
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