Sally Smith has lost her once radiant smile.
She won't even eat or traverse outside her door.
She was once cordial and a joy to be with.
Sally is so smitten with news about said
virus, that I totally abhor.
People die everyday from accidents, and multiple fatal diseases.
But Sally is brainwashed by unfounded media fears they love to spread.
There are days I want to hug the fear out of her with multiple squeezes.
But there Sally is, lying in bed, counting
cases, which do not at all mean, dead.
Negative thinking to me is a choice and
hastens an early death.
Sally keeps sanitizing with insanity, every
single thing.
She doesn't know she's alive or has any
breath.
Oh, Sally is but one of billions you see~
who think this is the plague and even so proud of it, to daily sing!
June 28,2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem