Mrs. S. C. Virus
She walks in beauty like the night
The breeze blowing against her loneliness
Her weight bearing down on the city
Alas! A victim! A p o o r s o u l ..
With a single touch
In his body she holds court
Making the man like Rapunzel
Quarantined by society,
Restricted by his own walls.
She hears his screams:
"Oh Mrs. Sars Covid-19 Virus!
Why have you afflicted us!"
But she wilts not.
For they are naught but the enemy
Seeking to dim her glory.
What an insane woman she is.
What an insane monster.
This poem is about:
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: