Coronavirus

The sky is overcast with grey clouds

It’s bitter winter in March

Emotions like a weather bitten flag

Torn, tattered, and and pale 

I can’t make sense of this world

We have turmoil, wars, 

Displaced people allover 

Fires and mudslides 

Tornadoes and hurricanes 

And like all of these weren’t enough

Now we have a  killer among us

We don’t see it, we don’t smell it

We don’t know when it comes

We are all in terror 

And have no place to hide

All the reasons making us unhappy

Have paled in parity

We are all holding our breath 

Waiting for this storm to pass

And corpses are piling up