Feelings of neglect in this sad world of turmoil.
The wheel of life cycles,
With bubbles of infected virus, over boils.
Trails of bodies, in hospital beds.
It's positive that some will be pronounced dead.
If we shall keep at a distance,
And listen to the rules.
This virus will eventually leave us,
And kids can go back to school.
Everywhere you go, cover up, 'cause this virus can only grow.
Wash your hands, spread on hand sanitizer, are some things to know.
Stay at home, quarantined.
Everything is there that you may need.
The sadness is growing wide.
From being nowhere, just inside.
Locked up from this world of endangerment.
A virus from the outer world was sent.
Because of one's cruelty to life,
We are feeling sorrowful and full of strife.
How in the world can you play with another's life?
©terrylin53
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