The Covid-19 Dialogues:
The Covid-19 (2019) and the Dutch Annual Virus (1918)
Now is already the year 2022 and you are still here?
Yes, dear, but I changed my form and my lear,
you will find me
this coming winter
please, don't bother,
I am next to the annual Flu of 1918
do you still remember that?
the virus Flu from 1918 is simple and flat,
but I am curiously bold and fat,
do not forget that!
Good day, till we meet again,
any place, anywhere, I don't know when.
©Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Anno Domini 25 August 2022
Superb modern poem on the pandemic. The masks the lockdown and the social isolation only deteriorated the resistance of people. And the medicine companies are expecting another windfall
CONTINUED: Now we have again a pandemic, (in Dec.2019) called Corona aka Covid-19 and till now all ages have thrice injection already, despite that we have fixed the vaccine quickest, Do you see the similarities, Dr. Dash? Thank you so much for your attentive response.
Revered Sylvia Mam, I enjoyed, read twice in succession.Thanks for the words of caution and wishing hood days till then.
Do you remember the Spanish Flu in 1918? Mankind had no cure against that, totally nothing, many people died and that Spanish Flu became also pandemic and now we must get an injection annually
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very uniquely creative poem about the deadly pandemic! I hate Covid, but I love your poem, Sylvia! Great job! Take care!