Never let your vanity heighten,
a tiny microorganism, so small,
yet the whole world is shaken,
by the horror of it all.
All unaware celebrated the coming,
of a new year, full of wild desires,
a simple virus, dead or unforthcoming,
leveled the world: the poor and the sires.
So what use is this vanity,
the virus didn't discriminate,
it killed all, pushed them to insanity,
with a single cough decided their fate.
©candoura
C