Infectious Agent

Beneath every bush death lies On every street and in every town there are cries With every passing day people die We hear from our peers nothing but lies You can smell death in the air But many are ambivalent and just don't care As I walk from place to place I can see fear on everyone's face Can we just wave a magic wand and make the ill disappear? Well one thing is clear Death is certainly near! Dedicated to the COVID epidemic