If it is Corona
The world trembles
Not because they care,
It must not just get to them
In fear, they show they care.
If it is Malaria, men will bear
You will find their kind hands
Of Love and Care
Of course, it is just a parasite.
From your bed,
You will find them near.
If it is poverty,
It is yours to bear.
It seems uncontagious
Yet, extremely dangerous,
But since this will never get to them
The sting is all yours to bear.
Of all viruses,
Men will leave men
To the most severe
Love is indeed a fallacy
If we were to be sincere.
If that sounds wrong
Then, I better say;
The real version of love
Is the one so rare.
©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.
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