Virus: A Poem for Our Time
Virus
Silently you make
your rounds
bringing suffering
and death,
suffocating your
victims
with fluid-filled
lungs.
surviving by
multiplying
in your unsuspecting
hosts
who go about their
daily routines
unknowingly
infecting
others.
Five days later:
red watery eyes,
sneezing begins,
dry cough,
sleep interrupted,
fever comes next,
Is it the flu?
No something more
Sinister, a novel virus.
No human has
immunity
to the microscopic
invader
who destroys our
economy,
and kills our
parents and grandparents.
Life as we know it,
changes forever.
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