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The Coronavirus Poem
All too little,
Too late
As the Coronavirus
Takes down the world by mistake.
Government officials standing behind gates
As it rains a blood of money
To keep the economy straight.
Waking up the public to a doom
Which is highly frightening
For me and you.
A war with the unseen.
Watching loved ones turning green.
Mortals inflicting pain and death.
Born from the innocent creatu...
Saturday 14th March 2020 8:38 am
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