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Pandemic Blues

What of life now ill days have come

and fate reveals its time for some;

our lives to date we could endure

but now it seems we're less secure.

 

The days ahead are fraught with fear

if there's no hope, there is no cheer;

although we ride our current state

that does not mean it will abate.

 

A way forward we have been told

is to accept the common fold;

get the jab then we'll all be sweet

and each other safer to greet.

 

For things are getting harder still

as this virus they can't yet ****

it seems we'll have to live with it

making the most of each minute.

 

The delta* variant somehow

is the one that's so rampant now;

being more transmissible and

getting a little out of hand.

 

It's such a pity for the race

now this dilemma has to face;

a slow decline of values past

as the future is shadow cast.

 

Yet life goes on we see around

people are building above ground;

they're making the most of the rate

banks are lending with in this state.

 

Who knows how long it will go on

this crisis that seems like a con;

they haven't done enough to stop

the virus spreading as we shop.

 

Stricter measures could be imposed

but that might mean more to be closed;

life as known may come to a halt

and our lives get a backward jolt.

 

The vaccines developed to date

are only as good as a mate;

they can't stop or **** the virus

but lessen its impact in us.

 

O woe be told! what can one do

when all of life depends on you;

man's guilt 'n shame have led to this

because of things hard to dismiss.

 

In times past the same has happened

and life then was also flattened;

it seems that man hasn't yet learnt

to live life without getting burnt.

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Written by
George-Krokos
74 / M / Australian
Published
Mar 19, 2022
Lines·Words
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Notes

Written in early September 2021. *Now it's the Omicron variant.

Tags
#pandemic#blues#virus#restrictions#vaccination#hope#fate#hardship#life#people
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