The Deadly Coronavirus, Covid19, Poem by Ross Mabey

Poem - The Deadly Coronavirus, Covid-19.

By - Ross Mabey.

As it spreads it silent web of death,
Asphyxiating those, it randomly selects.
It seems not to care whom it effects,
Nor, does it care what station you have in life,
Prime Minister, President or housewife.

It administers death to the old and frail,
Especially, those with weak immune systems that fail.
The one's that survive it, are usually young and strong,
Perhaps the Reaper is claiming those,
That it thinks, have been here too long?

It seems to love it, when people congregate,
So it can spread quickly at a rapid rate.
It doesn't spread so quickly when they isolate,
But how long can mankind wait,
He's a social being after all, it's in his nature,
To be with others, at meetings or social events,
It's just in our nature, something we can't circumvent.

'How will we beat it, ' I hear you say,
For that answer, we'll have to wait for another day.
But no doubt mankind, won't give up,
Until this virus has been repressed,
Then its effects on mankind, will be fully assessed.

With the hope that new and better ways,
Of doing things, will be embraced,
Then we can say goodbye to the old ways,
That history has declined,
Those, that have reached the end of line.

Copyright 2020. Ross Mabey.

Written May 13th 2020.
Rewritten May 18th 2020.