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CORONA LIMERICK - 9

On inhuman divides of the humankind,
Amidst hustles of hedonist' living,
If the Pandemic came,
Do not put on it whole blame.
We've been doing the same it is doing.

That its committing of genocide--
The spine-chilling horror its spreading worldwide--
Is nowhere at the bottom
Of the criminal spectrum
Of the '-cidal' waves humans do ride...

Yeah, the bug is offending, of course :
It's afflicting the poor no remorse;
The deprived and the hungry
All by the Viral decree
Are decaying no work, none to nurse!

Yet, nor it's to the rich, kind and sparing,
It does humble the mighty with its fatal sting;
For it knows it's a virus
And all humans are its nosh--
Be they rich or be poor, out it's even-ing.

Anyway, it is going. (Who comes shall go.)
And the Bug shall soon go with its crime show.
But shan't rise the downtrodden
Now that bent more, more broken--
To be eaten up by the highbrow.

Yes, the rich will rise up on the burglary,
On the feeds from illicit foundry,
And on the ebb of the Viral fear,
Like before, will appear
The survival of sins and vainglory...

More destructive are humans of themselves,
And a thousand Coronas are slaves
To the force of the Sapiens;
That their self-ordain'd Banes
If the Viruses knew, would love their own graves.

-- N P SAMAL

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