Corona Virus Poem by Denys E. W. Jones
Corona Virus
We split the atom, we flew to the moon,
We thought we were great, but we spoke too soon.
A virus came out of a far-off land,
Suddenly things were not going as planned.
A vaccine was sought, but could not be found,
No treatment, no cure, so the bug went round.
Women and men they started to die,
Panic broke out, the economy dived.
Restaurants empty, schools, factories closed,
Like something you read of in Daniel Defoe.
We walked on the moon, giant leap for mankind,
Champagne corks popped, human race glowed with pride.
Then was the pride, now comes the fall,
We thought we were big, but find we are small.
23/2/20
Denys E. W. Jones
A poignant bit of verse set aside for sober reflection. A very tragic and compelling composition on the scourge of the corona virus that possess a serious threat to human existence. Thanks for sharing, Denys.
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