Here’s my version:
Coronavirus
Curs-ed plague sweeping the cracking earth
On many foreign shore
Reaching out for all your lacking worth
Or wanting even more
Now money buys you nought
Armageddon beckons at every door
Virulent war that all have fought
Is there anyone not bereft
Re-infecting all out of sight
Until when you’re the last one left
Sigh then turn out your lightAlan Grace
27 February 2020
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This curs-ed plague, that sweeps the earth
Pushing fear before
Plucking souls in random picks
With constant greed for more
There are empty streets in Bejing
Milan is closing down
The world is wearing face masks
As God sends in the clowns
Armageddon beckons
Scream headlines in the mail
While aeroplanes are grounded
And only ghost ships sail
Your guns and bombs are useless
Your money buys you nought
Isolation brings seclusion
But it’s respite you have bought
So fill your mind with peace and love
Take joy from fading sights
And if you’re, ‘The last man standing’
Then please turn off the lights.
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