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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of
Fear knocking on the doors,
Furiously, hearts fighting back the shove
As lights waned, leaving souls afaint.

The news grew bitter by the day,
Till we shunned hearing any more
About the rising tolls of death
And the great disposition of our foe:
He was rife, and brutal to human breath
Consuming mankind all his day.

Lying on the verge of hopelessness,
We turned back the hands of time;
The days when we could kiss and hug,
We gloomed, with hearts dunked in lime,
Mourned for frelatives slain by the bug,
Cremated without solemnness.

We cried, seeing our shelves go empty,
Children withered without water and dough
And the streets off-limits,
Then I looked out through my window
And beheld two men wearing cops' kits,
Thought,"Time to save my kids and Betty."

I wore a mask, grabbed a pot
But oh my Betty! She clutched my hand
"Nay, you going no where," she cried,
"No life out on that damn land."
For my kids, her halting I gave no heed,
Out I rushed, she followed like a sot.

We ran after the cops, for hunger's sake?
But oh my God! They ravished my darling...
And slew her with a knife...
For my dear life and the kids' healing
I ran back to the house, yet without life
Into the hands of a ravenous drake.

And so the days became more silent,
Not a sound, not even by the crows,
But of fear knocking the doors,
Furiously, our hearts fighting back the shove
And panic seeming to our lives rove
As we waited for the vaccine to be sent.

Then so the virus vanished.