Covid-19 Poem by gary polonsky

If one is prone to poetize,
Ther‎e's no point being vague,
‎Especially on the world's demise -
Passover's newest plague,
'Tis called coronavirus
'Til dubbed covid-19,
An all-pervasive pus
That strikes us, sight unseen.

Not like the trillionth locust
Nor ocean tides of blood,
But every bit as robust,
It drowns as Noah's flood,
Yet the plan to make it stop
Really is quite plain:
Don't let the virus hop,
The ubiquitous refrain.

Stand 6 feet apart,
Wash hands by the hour,
Stay at home, be smart,
Deny the beast its power,
Then it, too, shall pass,
Thanks to a grand vaccine;
Back to guzzling gas
‎At a price once thought obscene.



Written in Ontario, Canada - 18th April 2020