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