C-19 is not a dream, or the name of a robot

It came very suddenly, a thief in the night

It won’t ever be something that time forgot

The effects have burned like piercing light

 

Not just lives lost, but jobs and business

Financial catastrophe across the world

It’s origin is clouded by those suspicious

of some sort of plot as insults are hurled

 

World leaders point the finger of blame

Populations condemn their governments

A scapegoat is wanted, a person, a name

But it’s futile, the demo’s and arguments

 

Life isn’t the same since the day of the mask

Hand gel, closed doors, things never seen

In the normal world, during times past

We must find the answer to Covid-19

The Urban Poet 2020