Pandemic Or Atmospheric Poem by Chan Mongol

PANDEMIC OR ATMOSPHERIC
Poem by Chan Mongol
April 5 of 2021


They are cool and manipulate you thus, they are wealthy;
You question them or resist, you are called angry!
In their unjustified mischievous behaviors;
Slaves are not to say anything but to digest their tortures!
Life is short still, uneven economy and unfair country;
One grabs another's livelihood within my social boundary.
I didn't hear that parents passed on virus to kids and neighbors;
Worldwide spread of the virus is very suspicious and mysterious!
Illness and struggles can handicap a dad but he is the life's thread;
He can't be bad, he is the hero as the best whom God had created!
Influence of blood and of religions can't give you the fate;
Only, Giant devils dispatch the fate from a state.