Spirit of the coronavirus,
Wanders in countries fromWuhan to New York,
Visiting all, big and small,
No discrimination as humans do,
Not polarizing the victims for votes,
Stalks in silent shadows on metal surfaces,
Runs and leaps between wild lands and commercial hubs,
Between the skyscrapers and dingy huts,
Fiercest spirit!
Sneaks not into my quarantine,
Disturbs not my solitude and meditation,
Howls about me as a wolf,
When I go out to fend lollipops for my children,
And guards me against this venomous world,
Ruled by hatemongers and bloodshedders
Mykoul
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