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Apr 2020
Madam Corona has people caged
From the young to the aged,
They stay at home tottering about,
Only few come out,
The frontlineΒ Β workers,
Volunteers and shoppers.
Corona Aunty makes them wear masks,
If they do not, she takes them to tasks,
She enters their bodies through eyes ,nose and ears,
People become sick, poor dears,
Many with other illnesses die,
Others survive.
It's fun strolling on the empty streets,
With some policemen on their beat.
27/4/2020
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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