They call it a pandemic
Just because it is distorting their economy
A virus that spreads like wildfire
Making the good ones keep at bay
And the bad ones go astray
Only a ray of its anger can set a powerful nation on fire
Setting trillions of money on the core
Of being lavished by the unsatisfied
Causing mayhem and misery among the poor
Feeling satisfied of being amongst
Those who full their stomachs
In the process quenching their thirst
Oweing the world its share
In another part of the earth is hope for betrayers of the law
Glad they will go Scot free
Constricting our movement
Stopping us from interacting
all in the name of social distancing
It goes viral day by day
Until it lessens the population
Or maybe it might end by may
It's just a wish you can pray