Corona virus
How are you today? You must be pleased So strong you’ve grown! They say your shape Is of a crown. Are you a king, Or royalty Just an ambition? On women’s day Meetings melt. You’ve tamed the throngs. Whoever in numbers meets Kisses your feet. Forgotten Syria, Its horrid war And refugees. Anxiety Has made its nest. The other eggs You have displaced. Devilish cuckoo Helpless we’ll help To hatch your eggs. You feed the shadows Of our lives. The flu we know We shrug our shoulders, We clean our nose. To you however we make allegiance. How many rituals We submit to Just to avoid Your sickening presence. No such gestures To wave away Our deadly cancers. Because of them No way we’ll change Our ways of life! Instead we, puppets, We wag our ends Without end To shun the end. Self-centered we stay. People may die Of hunger over there. The heck we care. This is all about us Our egos themselves Our general body! The essence of the clan We want to keep Preserved unharmed From foreign touch. Is it our fate to isolate? Will we still kiss If this goes on? Coronavirus, What a hit! How strong you’ve grown! You fill our lives You fill the news Oh holy shit!
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