While cruising Corona on the net,
I saw pangolins not eaten yet.
Many, you see, believe its scales,
Are cure-alls to cure whatever ails.
And its meat festoons the rich Asian table.
Who ate the pangolin from head to toe,
Is the one we know,
As Patient Zero.
China lauds its laws to say they save them,
The endangered pangolins in Asia;
Yet in Wuhan, locked live in cages,
In wet markets like our Dark Ages,
The scaly pangolin is sold.
But "Revenge, "
We know,
"Is a dish best served cold."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true do read MOMS SMILES FISHING HERE AND THERE FOR CORONA WON'T DO COZ ONLY DISTANCE IS THE REMEDY TILL MEDICINE COMES FOR A MINUSCULE FEW