Corona Virus - Ask God To Intervene (Poets Please Dont Enjoy Writing About The Virus)) Poem by Jacson Gelato

Corona has no limbs nor lips
it cannot fight or shout at you
it cannot even hit you or bite you.
It is silent and diligent
so, why are you blaming it?
It is like an incense stick
that keeps spreading
its fragrance around;
and all who breathe it
all those who come close to it
get infected with its power;
the power is destructive
it is called the virus
and it keeps moving helplessly,
it clings to anyone in its way;
even if you write a hundred lines
even if you swear a thousand times
it will proceed on its journey
it has a task, it has a motive
yet it has no hands or feet,
no eyes to see or mind to choose;
it has no instinct or reflex;
is it an invention?
or is it an intention?
Or is it a blind game
or is it a wickedness?
just as everyone
is stranger to the virus
the virus is a stranger to everyone;
so why condemn it
why blame it?
The virus will pass
and never get you
unless you have the same
hatred it carries within it;
remember it has jeopardized
the health of nations,
presidents, prime ministers,
princes, mayors;
who are you?
can you bargain for your safety
by writing about the virus?
Ask God to intervene, pray
and with self- precaution prevent
the virus from targeting you.