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I see a volume of history upon the shelf,

Just repeating itself. Just repeating itself.

 

Recalling the infamous Pandemic; Spanish Flu!

Although, it never came from sunny Spain.

In 1918, a neutral country during the war,

The free Spanish reported the virus first.

 

It spread throughout Europe and America,

Then Asia, infecting half-a-billion people,

Killing fifty, maybe even a hundred million!

How many; nobody knows! Nobody knows.

 

The Pandemic has come again: it’s here!

Did we learn from history? Are we prepared?

No! No! No! Our reactions are way too slow!

Covid-19 is definitely running this final show.

 

Latter half of the Twentieth Century, felt soft!

We grew old, greedy, fat and complacent.

Mother nature decided, it’s time for a cull,

Earth wants her overdue rent, paid in full.

 

I see a volume of history upon the shelf,

Just repeating itself. Just repeating itself.

 

Paul M Chafer©

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