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Don’t Be My Guest Covid

You have hit us all so hard

My heart feels deeply scarred

When are you going to let us go?

You have already given us a big blow

 

Many lives have been lost

But how would you understand the cost?

You just want to take take take

And continue spreading the damn outbreak

 

Life has become so boring and dull

It has traumatised my inner skull

Let us live our lives to the fullest

As we have been hit with a thousand bullets

 

What is it you want from us?

You are silent that we cannot discuss

Snatching such innocent people

Making us preach in front of the steeple

 

Don’t be my guest you nasty Covid

Or more lives will be snatched, God forbid

You killed my best friend, my father

For whom there was no funeral or gather!

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