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IN THE YEAR 2020


  IN THE YEAR 2020

 

   It's 2020

 a virus is in the air,

   It spreads like wild,

 fire everywhere.

 

   People are dying,

 hospitals are stressed,

  Wear a mask,

 was their request.

 

   People are hoarding,

 groceries and supplies,

   Every single person,

 taking by surprise.

 

   Some refused

 to follow the rules,

   They closed stores,

 churches and the schools.

 

   So many of us,

 out of work,

   It's like the world,

 went berserk.

 

   Thousands are dying,

 every day,

   A vaccine to save your life,

 so they say.

 

   Half the world,

 got in line,

   The rest complained,

 bitched and whined.

 

   So many died,

 and went away,

   Still people,

 screamed of foul-play.

 

   It's 2021 and the,

 virus is taking lives,

   Mom's, dad's, son's, daughters,

 husbands and wife's.

 

   Pestilence is on,

 the rise,

   Stand in line,

 to get supplies.

 

   Some people have it,

 and never get sick,

   Some live, some recover,

 others die to quick.

 

   It's 2021 the,

 Corona Virus is still here,

   No one knows who,

 will play it be ear.

 

     TURBO1904

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