Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Covid 19

We wake up each morning

To coffins or funeral pyres

Or cries for help in distress

From another one, yet to die.


I've stopped watching the idiot box 

Or even the news

Fleeting statuses I don't peek into - 

Everywhere, it's just gloom.


Blame games and spite, surround

Claims of having helped and having tried

The world is crumbling all around

Yet, it is filled with despise.


Glorious days ahead, we are told

The disease will stop its spread, that's bold!

But for now, mask on -

And while at, close your souls.


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