Virus
Empty streets, lots and bars.
The air is now cleaner underneath our stars.
The planet now breathes in life’s fast break.
Pollution at bay, still many lives at stake.
The good and the bad, our choice it does seem.
Mankind’s in a pickle we need a new dream.
Research and science now, needs to come through.
In our hour of darkness there is much we must do.
God given smarts, in much of mankind.
It’s now time to think, minds need to unwind.
We need a new plan to help save the day.
We need to figure out this virus and keep it at bay.
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