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CORONA LIMERICK - 8

           Corona Limerick - 8

At long last the Pandemic is retreating
And our patience has started repaying.
As the dark dissipates
And our hope re-emerges,
We do notice our victory is looming.

What if we have escaped the onslaught
Of the marauding virus if life is unsafe lot? 
For the bug when it goes 
Will return our own foes --
The invisible, visible all on the trot.

Perhaps Corona came to instruct so-call'd humans
That the moderner's fads can't provide them insurance
'Gainst the force of caprice,
That there's death at the cast of the dice,
That their vices precisely ensure their own sufferance.

But our learning does never encashes,
Now that Corona goes, here are us to replace
Our bethel with our den,
All sinister devices made full again,
And restart our brandishing of arms of self-indulgence.

We the cannibal humans will munch on
Our own tissues and drink our own blood for recreation;
On the corpse of the virus
Will be placed our own corpse;
Like before, our own viruses freely will thrive on...

©️  N P Samal 

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