You Win Again,Virus
Running early at heavens gate
The late, at hells gate, wait
First blood and young too
Under forty but already blue
This virus stalks us all
Shades of the 1920 fall
Community spread fears, a reality true
Unmasked, they sing and shout, without a clue
The experts know enough, not
The politicians cover up the rot
The people are hungry for work from home, away
So open up the economy,towards you they'll sway
I will respectfully wear a mask
Washing my hands, a frequent task
If only I didn't have to sing this dirge
I would gladly give my treasure,to purge
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