Corona's Children Poem by Charles Karia

As you pray about the killer pestilence,
You must pray also for her children.
Her offspring have but a human face;
Some hoard masks awaiting killer prices,
The grain in their stores they won't sell,
And overprice essential medicine for profit.

There is the upcoming wicked trader,
Who collects discarded face masks,
And recycles them for sale in streets.
Andalso the shrewd wicked carpenter
Who greedily beholds acres of coffins,
Of Corona's many victims abroad,
And hopes business will soon arrive.

There are also sorcerers and witches,
And all merchants of evil and vice,
Whose business churches torment,
And now rejoice about closed temples,
Yet their shrines are up and running.

Remember also the crafty bar owner,
Who defies orders to preserve life-
He gathers victims in secluded places,
To sell addicts wine spiced with illness,
Yet his children he can't allow them taste,
The poison he gives his countrymen.

All thesepeople have diseased hopes,
These hopes are really prayers indeed...
They are now on knees praying to Mammon;
If only you make Corona linger a little longer...
We can make tidy profits on graves of men.