In The Year 2020 Poem by Debra Middaugh

It's 2020 a virus is in the air,
It spreads like wild fire every where.

People are dying the hospitals are stressed,
Wear a mask was their request.

People are hoarding groceries and supplies,
Every single person taking by surprise.

Some refused to follow the rules,
They closed stores, churches and schools.

So many of us out of work,
It's like the world went berserk.

Thousands are dying every day,
A vaccine to save your life so they say.

Half the world got in line,
The rest complained, bitched and whined.

So many died and went away,
Still people screamed of foul-play.

It's 2021 and the virus is taking life's,
Mom's, dad's, son's, daughters, husbands and wife's.

Pestilence is on the rise,
Stand in line to get supplies.

Some people have it and never get sick,
Some live, some recover, others die so quick.

It's 2021 the Corona Virus is still here,
No one knows who, will play it be ear.

TURBO 2021