Corona by: Luis V

 

Corona a shape of a ball

With a heads of crowns

Humanity is dying

How can we get a cure

Why won’t you go away?

Why won't you leave us alone?

People always wearing masks

Everywhere they go.

Your killing us

People are dying inside

They can’t see their love ones

That are suffering inside.

People are trapped

Inside their homes

Nowhere to go.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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