The Corona Catastrophe

Silently shrill a scary chill has run down the spine of our blue planet windmill So many deceased Too many ill mounting and surmounting the healthcare bill Breathing for many is like climbing uphill or like panting on your home treadmill And it's frightening when there is nil a pill. A minute invisible virus doth kill. Pray to God for mercy bow and kneel! Many are dying without a will It's safer to stay home by the window sill The world seems to have come to a standstill You now have time to sharpen your poetic quill In lockdown pray and ink still spill You may hone your poetic skill Until the virus has had its fill. Corona they say feels like drowning like a fish without a gill for we can't breathe like the eel or krill. In mouths hot water flush and swill Exterminate this virus? only God can and will. © Copyright