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Tess M Mar 2020
do not read the news
just do not
do it;
media hypes
the worst of it all
in hopes that we'll become
Paralyzed

school is cancelled
children cheer
while families fear for the
Future
deadwood Mar 2020
We were at a loss for words
Words for lost souls
With lost hope
For a lost cause.

All is lost
Lost in us.
Stop. Hoarding. Supplies.
maria Mar 2020
it's killing me
inside
and out
but
makes me
strong
somehow

virus
in the town
me & you
cuddle
in the house
Stay in but stay calm.;)

written on March 14, 2020
© ,Maria
Steve Page Mar 2020
Warmer or colder - that don't matter
Get your hands wet with clean running water

Now apply soap - liquid or tablet
Lather it up, both the front and the back

Between all the fingers, don't forget thumbs
Under the nails, there there be bugs

Carry on scrubbing, at least 20 seconds
Sing happy birthday, twice for good measure

Now for the rinse, with clean, running water
And once you have dried, you're a true virus fighter.
Cant avoid the posters in public toilets. We can all do this at least.
Liberalintent Mar 2020
Bigorexia, when you just want to bulk up
on muscle, or, Monexia, when you just want
to pump up your paycheck—

To buy beer. Ah, my dear Coronas, now,
we have nothing to fear. The cold sugar fatigue
from your liquid intoxication

floats bubbles through minding
this insipid incarceration.

I may be
locked down in Wu Han
screaming in the night
but I have my yellow friend
by my side.

Aye, Captain Corona. Godspeed.
Take me to the promised land,
wherever it may be, whether the
dreams of lies behind death's veil
peace from inebriation beatifically avail.
https://nypost.com/2020/03/03/weird-al-yankovic-wont-make-coronavirus-parody-of-my-sharona/

Note: The writer of this poem does not endorse use of alcohol or alcohol related products. Nor does the writer of this poem drink anything but water and herbal tea.
John F McCullagh Mar 2020
Ooh I’m feeling sick, a little sick
Fevers up a tick
Are you gonna get me, you vile Corona?

Ooh you make my fever spike, fever spike
I cough and sneeze, I'm up all night
Nothing 's gonna make this right, Corona,

Is it ever gonna stop, full of snot, I kid you not
Fevers going up I got a touch of that vile Corona
That Vile, Vile, Vile Corona

Because I never wash my hands,, here I am
Staring death in the face was not my plan
Now I’m in a quarantine, quarantine
Delirious in this bad dream
You Vile Vile Vile Corona
Parody meant to be sung to the tune of "My Sharona"


I am, so far as I know, not actually  infected
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
We live in
troubled times,
where leaders fail
and pandemics prevail.
Mass hysteria is
the only game in town-
society's going down
because we cannot hear,
and we cannot think
over the turmoil
spreading across
our soil.
Nahte Mar 2020
In the city of the yellow crane tower
And where the markets were busy every hour
One girl witnessed it all
The start of a great downfall

As she walks through the once busy university
She was filled with the feeling of emergency
All she can hear is the sound of silence
And the sounds of the passing sirens

People she knew started getting ill
And her emotions started to go downhill
They were quickly filled with disbelief
And not one second can they sigh with relief

Soon other people started getting scared
To cough or to sneeze, nobody dared
People started blaming her country
Blamed them for being too *****

Her whole country is in despair
People losing belief can be seen anywhere
But she did not crumble or lose hope
She did not waste her time to mope

She believed that everything will be fine
That in due time everything will start to shine
And that everyone will realize that shine is the start
The start of a new beginning for a country that was torn apart
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