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 


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