Saturday, July 11, 2020

By Elena Marin


                          

"OF, COVIDULE, COVID"
 Covidule, with your name
 Too bad you did in the world
 I wouldn't hear from you again.

 Go, go wild
 I don't want to know about you
 You came, all of a sudden
 And you changed us, your whole life
 Sad is our fate.

 Who sent you into the world
 He wouldn't have you
 That you came over us
 Like the plow, through the clover.

 You didn't have a little patience
 Covidule, great pity
 Thirsty, was it you?

 To reap, human lives
 Dear ones, miss us
 Covidule, you're greedy
 Go and leave us
 No one, you don't need it.

 You locked us all in the house
 You drained us of life
 You're worse than a plague
 You bring death, not a joke!

 Damn, be cursed
 Not at all relentless
 Many lives, you reaped
 And you're still not tired.

 We can't go out into the world
 That we are afraid of you
 Except with the mask on his face
 When we leave the house.

 Covidule, if I could
 I would lock you up somewhere
 Stop appearing in the world
 And let me not hear from you.

 You're a great decimator
 Just bad maker
 Misleading covidule
 Nobody misses you.
 ELENA MARIN AUTHOR
 27/04/2020

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