Murder by Covid

Its was a hot afternoon 16th march, Sitting down facing my laptop screen I'm home away from school I logged into my account on Facebook I opened back when I was in forth grade so I could monitor girls I had crushes on but now I monitor a fiend passing on But at first I didn't know, My fingertip was just swoopping, gliding, liking, comenting posts In my wall... Suddenly, My phone vibrates, I tapped open to a message saying: "Hey man! I'm off to work" He told me he earns a living Where Smith slaughters hogs That massive eight-story white box Sitting by the banks of the Sioux river The ninth-largest hog processing facility With a full capacity processing 19,500 Freshly-slaughtered hogs par day 3,700 workers slicing, grinding, smoking them to hot dogs And pounds of bacons And spiral-cut hams The poor immigrant has no choice Neither does he have a voice Choice of refusesing to work and be able to buy his kids toys Voice to protest and reclaim his worker rights and be able to silence his belly's noice Refusesing to work cause it's not safe in times of quarantine It's not safe in times like this, I guess you know the corona-routine That SARS like, viral, forcrown, corvid-ninteen Protest and reclaim his worker rights cause he deserves it all He deserves it all like any other nurmal human being Other nurmal human being with a nurmal well being After all, buying his kinds toys is the list of all his toils The list of all his toils cause they starving back at home I guess now you understand why he gotta bake some bread For it takes only a bread to silence his belly's noice And you know a hungry man is an angry man And an angry man is a wild dog And to tame a wild dog Is best you start when its still a poppy Knowing fully well his condition I heavely regrete why I could'nt figure out what advice to give-him About him going to work with no doubts Or fears that getting infected could kill him I guess it was because I was feeling guilty Guilty of not being able to help a friend in need In need of a the basic things in life In life, what's more better then the air we breath? The air we breath is a gift but now I feel its a curse Its a curse because now I gotta put on a mask to prevent the worst Then I replied " Alright man, be safe !!" And that day faded out like any other day Like any other day the sun falls in the west And in the east where the moon rises for the falling of a day Then falls in the west for the rising of a new day With every tick-tock that clocks, weeks went by Weeks went by as photos on a slideshow A slideshow showing how my nightmare unfolds Unfolds like the folds of my blanket over me Over me like paralysis taking controle of me Controlling me like someone was pulling my strings Strings that finally woke my eyes wide open Widely opened to the gift of another new day A new day, 31st march, it's a chilly morning A chilly morning with a heart quaking news News carring my friends SMS saying: "I'm actually in quarantine I tested positive to the covid-ninteen At the Sioux Falls hospital for the clinical routine" As soon as I ran through the lines of his text, I was paralysed and shocked Shocked like I was struck from my head to my toes and I felt so alone So alone cause its was like he was letting me go Letting me go cause he's got the disease and there is no vaccine The only thing I could do was give a him a face time call A face time call instead of a hospital visit Hospital visit? I guess I won't be allowed to penetrate quarantine tents So I sat still with my face plunging into my phone Into my phone and right on to his paled face His paled masked face and his brown eyes gazing in through his hanging eyelids Looking at him, I lacked words to describe how sorry I was How sorry I was that it had to be him It had to be him laid on a sick bed Then I got an idea of how to help him look at the bright side The bright side where hope lies beyond all believes But even before I could say what I had in minde, he stopped me He stopped me to tell me about the gravity of his health: "The Doc said he gonn do the best The best he can put in to see me back on my feet Back on my feet even though he konws my smoking issue My smoking issue for 20 years now and some months He said that's why I got hamaring aches on my C.P.U. Aches on my C.P.U. and my nostrils loss smell My nosetrils loss smell and my tongue loss taste My tongue loss taste and my throat-sores My throat-sores and am I'm feeling grotty He said my immune system is bleeding cytokines Cytokines rallying me up but I still feel the pain like it was injected in my vains He said pneumonia is inflamating my lungs that's why I'm caughing sputum Cauging sputum and I'm breathing but like in a water buttum In a water buttum and the linnigs of my intestines might succumb Succumb and my blood pressure is droping to the core To the core but that's not the worst of it all The worst of it all is that my body is not fighting back at all He said that's why he had to put me on an acute respiratory distress Nevertheless, the ventilator blowing breath to my lungs but it's fed up with the stress..." The E.C.M.O. machine beeping, His blood pressure collapsing The Doc and Nurses rushing to reanimate him But they couldn't retrieve him from the arms of a severe pneumatic septic shock