Pandemic

March 14, 2020

Disease can spread through vast terrains
Like storms at night, torrential rains.

Pandemic congers fear and dread.
Will I survive? Will I be dead?

“Corona” whispered late at night,
Lest children hear and cry in fright.

Uncertain times cause some to fight;
The brave reach out, say “Let’s unite.”

If each one lends a helping hand,
We’ll spread new hope throughout the land.

We’ll pull together as a team.
It’s not as hard as it may seem.

Don’t let the fear or dread take hold,
Protect the sick, the frail, the old.

Let kindness and goodwill increase.
The clouds will part, the rain will cease.

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