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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