The virus sneaked into other countries like a crook from Asia, but in our country, we were aware of it, our President welcomed it, at the airports holding borders written its name, not knowing how deadly it was.
Extra measures were introduced to the citizens, but the troops were deployed for a helping hand, some were handful, but other hands were brutal, like fruits on trees, some get eaten and others rot while still in the tree.
Economy was the first vulnerable thing, not to speak about unemployed citizens. Finally, the virus isn't the only tragedy the nation should worry about, future is uncertain, as the fight is far from over, mental illness will trend than celebrities.
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