Sonnet: The Covid Pandemic

In Covid times, so many people die; And many suffer in ways in ways rife untold; Some persons cannot even say, ‘Good-bye! ' A simple mask at prices high is sold. The chaos caused by pandemic is much; Relatives are afraid of burying dead; The elderly and frail cannot food fetch; Sick-overwhelmed, some hospitals haven't bed. Most activities have come to a halt; The rich and poor are caught alike in states; No one can blamed be for 'tis no one's fault; And sadly shut are quarantined homes/ gates. The virus strikes most ruthlessly mankind; All pray to God to be overly kind! Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-06-2020