NCOV-19 Victims
for the dust hero,
Dusts rolled openly with heels and steps of men,
Scattered,
punches like a storm of nature,
floundering on the field
with the dead companiocasualties,
You're a loose encrypted ashes,
that's belongs in neither reality,
from night's of comforting distance,
and the days halo of a great hero,
Neither dirges or tributes could
alleviate this crypt contemportrayals,
Stopped short
shaking the earths foundation,
Cut loose from the living Norse adventurer,
A namesee to the infectious cells of coronavirus
Tohave my reasons to hate as being human.
given as ashes,
Dusts as the floating particles,
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