Corona by: Luis V
Corona a shape of a ball
With a heads of crowns
Humanity is dying
How can we get a cure
Why won’t you go away?
Why won't you leave us alone?
People always wearing masks
Everywhere they go.
Your killing us
People are dying inside
They can’t see their love ones
That are suffering inside.
People are trapped
Inside their homes
Nowhere to go.
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