It's like Lassavirus But Coronavirus The world was filled iris But the virus is like Osiris It came silently But became violently It created anxiety It closed the society Felt pity For the dead's family The family, who fights for their bread Some are unfortunate Some are fortunate The virus created turbulent And reached the Maldives The virus reached the corners of the world It has created a netherworld No one is allowed to go around. There a virus called Covid-19 and it has closed everything down. Covid-19 is like a bushfire, Reminded me of Australias bushfire Spreading to all parts of the world And everyone is in fear We can sleep late in the morning We've nought to waken for No work to do, but in the house No lunches to pack any more. We can work on jigsaw puzzles And let the dished go So nobody will know. It was morning, and the news was on Now it's dawn What can we do? I have no clue? Playing chess, using only the pawn Now I am mowing the lawn, what else can we do In every tunnel is Cyrus Which shines its light on us We can be the truss of the bridge The beautiful pepperidge We can be as strong, as the strong nuclear force? Of course, Covid-19 is so mean That everyone is in quarantine.
3 responses to “Coronavirus – poem”
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A happy song about a terrible plague had to be written in a lovely place. Yet, I fail to see beyond the words and imagine a world outside your windows; only green leafs dancing with the winds.
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