#WritcoPoemChallange
#CoronaVirus

Ironic that something lifeless
reproduce,
under the wing of nature,
or under the test tube of a company
medical,
iconic is that it's a crown
what death takes by name,
laconic is to see that no one
supports himself
isolated,
and he leaves anguished
to infect your state.
Ironic to see the birds fly,
When heaven was always yours
to traffic go alone,
accept that freedom
is trapped by the invisible,
and health and economy
non-reversible,
to forbidden kisses
that go through the screens,
lovers...