another wave of the
pandemic is on its
way
there's no respite from
its returning
play
  
none of us can let our
alert guard
down  
ever we've got to keep a watchful
eye on our yard's
crown  
  
it's like a nightmare
that recurs again and
again
and we've yet to erase
the vision of its repeat
refrain
  
the tide of the virus
comes back with its
manifest
which gives unto us all
little hiatus or
rest