STRIDA APRIL POETRY CONTEST
Theme: Commentaries
Sub theme: Corona Virus

Oh,  virus
Terror that terrorizes the land
Ye who plagued us
******* our bone dry out of its marrow

sliding into our greasy walls
like an ant working
to build its Anthill
We thrive so hard
Yet,  you disrupt our defense
Leaving us lifeless

Cities turn graveyard
Dead ones left-
Without fitting confinement
Lumps in the throat
Now cause for afear

What more could be done
Than to strengthen our hold
On medics, also faces,
To be be covered with masks
And hands,  frequently gloved

Running from crowds
Engaging social distance
Ye virus!
Doom is decreed on you
We surely will flourish over thou

Penned by Gemini Art
A stoic writer