I am afraid of the day
of what lays tomorrow
leave alone the evening
The reckon of the disease 😷
That has no cure.
Can the world endure?
All get infected
Some revert to being pure
Majority remain unsure
From the market at Wuhan
To the rest of the World
Now Italy is at its feet
The rich remain rich
The poor stay poor
But covid 19 allocates equally
Even in quarantine
We still have a voice
In isolation we need to confort
I am sorry dear ones
If I had the brains
I'd find the cure
©diabetic
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